Notes: I actually write a lot of poetry in my spare time. But I have never written poetry/freeverse for a fandom before. So...yay freeverse?
Also, warning for anorexia.
"Are you all right?"
"Do you need a glass of water?"
The words blur and warp in her ears
As she slumps against the wall, head spinning.
Spinspinspin, but that's nothing, like the merry-go-round
She played on when she was eight years old
And nearly threw up all over her mother's shoes.
"Has she been eating?"
"She looks so thin!"
Lies, she knows they're lies, but she can't refute them
(Why can't she refute them? Why can't she talk?)
Stop the world, I want to get off, she cries in her head,
But it spinspinspins, and the lights flash
And Harry's face so close to hers, melting and changing-
A monster's face behind round lenses
(But I can't feel anything-)
"Hermione, come back,"
But she hasn't left, can't they see?
Can't they understand?
She's right there, and her shoes keep twitching
As one of the Creevey brothers tries his best to pull them off
Like bare feet will revive her flagging heart.
"Move, I'm a doctor!" But Pomfrey wouldn't say that,
Would she? She's mixing it up again, getting her switches crossed,
(Wires crossed? Do they have wires in Hogwarts?)
And the nurse pats her cheeks and waves her wand
And tells everyone she'll be okay.
(But she knows she won't be, she never is)
She spins her lies in her head while her vision blurs
And the lights finally go out.