A box cutter in her left hand,
A toothbrush in her right,
She purged and sliced her fat away until the end of the night,
But by day she found that she had become so thin,
Her small frame could be blown away in a single gust of wind.
Now if you would like to find this lone girl in the skies,
All you would see is your own reflection in her glassy, lifeless eyes.
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Chaos- A Collection of Origional Poetic Works
PoetryHere I will be writing a bunch of random poems. Read them, or don't. I don't care. But I do appreciate each and every read you guys give me. :)
