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R i b s

The shadows in your eyes
lie
I see you smile
care-free as you used to be
how silly
for me to think
all is not as it should be
For you are happ
y
The syllable slips from your tongue
as you brush
the word away with your bony finger tips
your cheeks
poke
through taunt skin
dull and perfectly, wonderfully normal. and content.
Of course.
you need no help
you warrior against yourself
you perfect little thing so beautifully blind
Of course.
you’re fine.
The unchewed food
exercise so rude
ly ruining
you
Beautiful you
you don’t need help your proud eyes lie
but don’t I have dibs
on watching you die
with such p r e t t y s k i n n y r i b s.




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