Girl, skinny.

Blue circles under eyes

sallow milky skin

pimpled with adolescence.


Jeans, two sizes too small.

Hair stringy

tangled around an index finger

twirled into nervous spirals.


Limbs, hung with clothes.

Hands grasp a glossy cover

sustainable beauty

captured in a fantasy of knives and silicon.


Body, starved since breakfast.

Living in the poverty

of fitting into the next size of pretty

three jobs can’t afford.


Mouth, rinsed raw by bile.

Burned with last hour’s lunch

forced into rewind by the same finger intwining

unwashed hair.

The End

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