She is beauty

an ethereal being

flawless, infallible, perfect



You marvel at her prominent ribs

her opulent white skin

her shadowed eyes

her hollowed legs

the flat smoothness of her belly



You dream of her

Her infinite beauty



You long for her when hunger gnaws at your stomach

raw and painful

resonating deep within your being

a pounding throbbing void



You weep and beg for her approval

her sweet soothing voice

her eloquent words that support your bravery

You yearn for her, now more than ever



But nothing will suffice her demands

she teaches that hunger is succulent

and starvation is an art form

and you are her masterpiece



The world is too cruel, too cold

Ice scorches your veins pulsing wild sapphire

arctic white surges through your body

cold and unmerciful

You scream for help, but fatigue has made you voiceless

The ice surrounds you, your mind, your heart

and soon you freeze



For a second you watch

as she sheds your body like an old skin

steps out of you in all her glamour,

and leaves you

grotesque, distorted and mangled

a splintered fragment of yourself