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.
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