s k i n n y . // g.b.d

//five\\

i couldn't get
emma off
of my mind.

she was
b e a u t i f u l
but she was so
fucking
s k i n n y .

i wanted to know
what was wrong with
her, but that'd
be wrong.

you're not supposed
to ask q u e s t i o n s
like that.

so, i didn't.

she was a twig.

her thighs were
the size of my
f o r e a r m .

her arms were bones.

no f a t.
just b o n e s .

she looked like
a skeleton.

she looked sick.

she was sick.