Skin and bones, walks but roams
Starved from lack of touch
Empty holes wither away
as hunger overtakes
thin, so thin
claws flay the space
in between now and yesterday
Never look down
unexpected horrors, animate the sounds
as she walks the earthly grounds
searching
famished
unbound
Framed thin,
roughness scored
not thin enough, but fat enough
to gorge.
If remorse, never weighs
feather light, guilt repeats her phrase
such tastes, such toughs
I've felt before
Like ****** raw steak
ate with a fork
salivate such vivid plates
worry it to be your last
longing's wrath
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
Skin and bones, walks but roams
Starved from lack of touch
Empty holes wither away
as hunger overtakes
thin, so thin
claws flay the space
in between now and yesterday
Never look down
unexpected horrors, animate the sounds
as she walks the earthly grounds
searching
famished
unbound
Framed thin,
roughness scored
not thin enough, but fat enough
to gorge.
If remorse, never weighs
feather light, guilt repeats her phrase
such tastes, such toughs
I've felt before
Like ****** raw steak
ate with a fork
salivate such vivid plates
worry it to be your last
longing's wrath
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