Skin a webbing Swabbing the leaking life back in Collarbones a spiderweb Eyes sunkenΒ Titanic in an ocean of a face A harp created from ribcage The spine a wicked wrought iron gateΒ Slamming through the shifting Β tundra of back Tumble weeds where lush gardens were Why are you running your rivers dry?
I do not condone eating disorders. If you have one TELL SOMEONE.