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Bones

Anna Martin-Hill

I regret what I have done I regret what I wanted to become For now I see the reality of my choices

Desperate for beauty Quickly thinning Starving, hunger My pain excites me As I know it is working

Numbers decreasing Quickly thinning Skin dissipating What’s left is the horrific rattling of bones

Just a skeleton A husk of a human Too much thinning People noticing And making snide comments

Always tired Always hungry Always ill

My choices lead to my own demise My image shattered by the rattling of my bones Quickly thinning I wish I could reverse this...

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