Control

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White cotton lace on pale

Skin too tight to live in

Eyes sunk in sockets

Concave stomach between

Hip bones protruding

To chafe harshly

Against coarse denim

Counting rattling ribs

So self -contained

In a vacuous mind

Full to overflowing

Nutritional deprivation

Her chosen anaesthetic

Lends control

Still she stays

Silent, mute

To make a scene

Would be obscene

She just wants to stay unseen

And fade away.

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