Her stealthy figure
Intensified the natural
which lost its own margin.
'A pure woman'...
a tragedy of the corrupted,
betrayed hunger.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
I promise you not to eat,
Swear I did not have cake today,
Please believe me. But where is
the change in my body, where are
the skinny legs and sticking out knees, where is
that flat stomach
unflourished and infertile womb.
I promise you that the next time
He takes off our dress
which remained size six,
The next time,
I promise you
He will see the skeleton we are built of.
The boy will greet us with flowers
we cannot accept.
I promise you I will drink only water,
Feed on my thoughts
And burn those skin cells out.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC