she stares into the mirror- she skips dinner again- she takes single bites from apples as the number of calories zip and spin through her mind as she gazes dully at her stomach. she just wants to be pretty.

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

soft description of feelings.

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017