Those skinny girls with the nothing legs,
The spines that bend like broken hearts.
Knees crack like dried out limbs.You can play their ribs like a xylophone,
And break their arms like twigs.Skin that would disintegrate in the sun,
Cheeks sunken in like caves.Eyes weary,
Fingers boney,
Lips dry,
Nails cracking.Look something like a victim,
or a skeleton,
or both.
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Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.