• Her face so gaunt
    But the dress holds a taunt
    Fags and a diet
    In this, not torn

    No carbs this week
    Vogue and heroin chic
    Pulls and a finger
    Help make her weak

    Gag reflex control
    Her bones bare her soul
    Reaches out in her sleep
    To an empty bowl

    Tears down her cheek
    She does but seek
    Nought, that will never be hers
    Hourglass figure
    But the bitches still snigger
    At the beauty given from birth