paper planes

body sickly gaunt, she pinches at her translucent skin which

body sickly gaunt, she pinches at her translucent skin which p

body sickly gaunt, she pinches at her translucent skin which p u

body sickly gaunt, she pinches at her translucent skin which p u l

body sickly gaunt, she pinches at her translucent skin which p u l l

body sickly gaunt, she pinches at her translucent skin which p u l l s

away

away from

away from the

away from the bone

away from the bone like

away from the bone like peeling

away from the bone like peeling wallpaper.

her skin has lost its colour,

her skin has lost its colour, she has bones where she used to be a bit fuller

she's worn down,

she's worn down, pinched

her tongue feels like sandpaper

her tongue feels like sandpaper and even water tastes like liquor,

burning as it travels down her throat

burning as it travels down her throat and sloshes

burning as it travels down her throat and sloshes in her empty,

burning as it travels down her throat and sloshes in her empty, hollow stomach

the sound mocking her fragile body,

the sound mocking her fragile body, her broken mind.

and she just wants to

and she just wants to f

and she just wants to f a

and she just wants to f a l

and she just wants to f a l l

and she just wants to f a l l and float through the air,

gentle in the breeze,

gentle in the breeze, like a paper plane

but all she is

is paper thin.