She eats in small bites,
With little delight.
Her mind tells her to stop,
She complies,
And tells her friends that she forgot.
They leave her along,
Fearing her death,
As she becomes skin and bones.
She does not understand,
The danger that is at hand.
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Poems/Six Word Memoirs
PoetryThis is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.
