'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

Gbeju

My scapula projected outwards,
Like the wings of a fallen angel,
My collar bones and ribs were visible,
Like the rods of a jail cell
Keeping me bound,
In the grasps of starvation and thirst,

My neck was long,
Like an erected rake set for gathering dry leaves.
My flesh eroding from my bones,
Like a withering flower being drained of water under the scorching sun.

Basically I went through hell,
But who am I to complain, other kids went through worse.