you can see each rib
like the keys on a piano
the skin is stretched taught
making these keys look too fragile to touch
you can wrap your fingers
gingerly around each fragile wrist
trying not to break them
like snapping a green twig
her sunken cheeks are
hollows where her dreams
try to stay afloat in the ocean
of the tears that pour from here eyes
her heart beats like a butterfly
fluttering to keep her alive
she holds her pain in
gripping it so tightly
her soul aches and starts to numb
she still remembers the words
that started her self-destruction
"You would be prettier with a few less pounds."
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