March 16, 2013
Concave stomach
Brittle hair, brittle dreams
Paper thin and
Ripping at the seams

Bones protruding
Under slender scars
One more pill
And I’ll see stars

Smile phony
Tears are masked
“Are you okay?”
You never asked

Skinny compliments refracting
Off my empty shell
Who knew that you
Could drown in Hell?

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