The Baby Cries in Black and White (journal + poetry)

Skinny

Skinny love, slim pickings, wear thin

Models bleeding their bones out to the public, spilling their guts behind the curtains

"Only skinny girls get love" they say

Razor sharp cheekbones and long slender limbs, a shadow of what once was, a picture of pure perfection

Bony fingers wrapped around his, collar bones begging to be touched by angels

Feed me the bullshit, I eat it up

I eat everything up. Look at me

Spilling over average, barely fitting in

I am so hungry for thin

Shaking hands as I rake them across the back of my throat. It doesn't work. It never works

Yet still I'm there again, anemic knees kissed by the floor

Breathe into me the light and secrets of being small, I beg

I beg like a fucking dog

Think of how pretty I'd be, if only I were skinny