Ribs

by H. Elizabeth   Jan 10, 2015


I want to crawl in between
My ribs and sleep for a thousand years
And when i wake up I'll take more
Of those magic little pills that help me sleep
I'll dream of being skinny and beautiful
But when i wake up none of it
Will have come true so I'll take even more pills
And sleep even longer
This time I'll sleep on a bed of nails and
Dream of razors that
Cut open my skin and let
The fat drain out

But it will never enough

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