There are many schools, full of ghost girls,
With hallow eyes,
And little lies.
At first you might not notice,
Their sad pale faces,
And sharp pointy places,
Roaming the hallways,
And lingering in stairwells.
And you might not want to notice,
The ghost girls,
But here's how you do.
If you want to find,
One of these lonely souls,
With little notice of the life around them,
And even each other,
Look for grey complexions,
Thin wrist and collar bones.
Listen for muttering of "too many calories",
And "no thanks",
"I'm not hungry".
Watch for longing looks,
At the inadequate school lunches,
And little empty plates.
Slowly filling with angry growls,
From the depth of the stomach.
Notice the gaging in the next stall,
And her rotting teeth.
Look for the empty litres of water,
And barren packs of rice packs,
And laxatives.
Watch for thin hair,
And fall apart nails,
The life will flee from all beauty.
Hunt for frequent sick days and dreams,
Infinities in the amount and moments,
In the breaking.
Remember that ghost girls,
Like ice and big sweaters,
With sad songs and grim pictures.
Yes, you can find a ghost girl anywhere,
Doing anything,
But you'll never find,
a ghost girl eating.
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A/N:
' If you can't fly, then run.
If you can't run, then walk.
If you can't walk, then crawl.
But by all means, keep moving.'
> Martin Luther king Jr.
Yours truly, lilac_pen
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PoetryConsolation: ~the comfort received by a person after a loss or disappointment. A bunch of poems that describe the way I feel, the way others feel and a selection of random topics. • This book exposes the fragile side of myself, so please handle with...
