Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Beanpole

A poem from 2017

Living skeleton
All skin and bones
Life isn't fair
And boy does she care!
If they're not taunting her
They're concerned for her health
She lacks the obligatory female ways
That draw the eyes of men in desire
Second glances only made for the wrong reasons
Raised eyebrows and move on

She doesn't remember how to smile
Her face has gone south
A thin pencil line for a mouth
Sad eyes and drawn look
She watches the world go by
And wishes somehow to be a part of it
Shoulders droop and she walks wearily
Staring straight ahead in silent mourning
In a calorie deprived haze
Another lonely day

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