I call in sick 

For the fifth time

In the last two weeks

Mother drinks continuously

Cups of coffee

One after another

She signs the note

And I notice her 

Eyes rimmed with

Signs of 

Tell-tale

Sleepless nights

I skip breakfast

Claiming I'm not hungry

At all

Again

I haven't eaten

In days

In fact, I can't

Recall the last meal

I hurry to my haven

The cold and empty bathroom

And step on the scales

Seventy-eight it reads

Skinner, thinner

Anorexia nags

Loud, clear and dominant