he could see her hip bones poking through the soft fabric of her floral skirts
which often kept him awake at night though no one else seemed to care.
was that healthy?
was she aiming for her bones to be as sharp as knives
and just as deadly?
he wanted to whisper to her
that she was beautiful
and her structure was perfect,
and that she didn't have to throw away a full lunch tray each and every day.
