November 15, 2010
sweaters, sweatshirts
tight jeans, tiny tank-tops
shrinking to fit my own clothes
cutting out
stripping down
down to my bones
bones I want the world to see
slipping away
into nothing
nothing but bones
tired bones
too tired to pull myself back together
put together my bones
lying on the ground
all that's left of me
it's okay
i tell myself over and over again
perfect! perfect! perfect!
just the way i want it
scattered & tattered
outshone & overgrown

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