Skin a webbing
Swabbing the leaking life back in
Collarbones a spiderweb
Eyes sunken
Titanic in an ocean of a face
A harp created from ribcage
The spine a wicked wrought iron gate
Slamming through the shifting tundra of back
Tumble weeds where lush gardens were
Why are you running your rivers dry?
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
Skin a webbing
Swabbing the leaking life back in
Collarbones a spiderweb
Eyes sunken
Titanic in an ocean of a face
A harp created from ribcage
The spine a wicked wrought iron gate
Slamming through the shifting 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.
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