Elegant lines carve her frame
Finger tips smooth her waist...

*i know it's long but please read*
Trapped inside a body...

High cheek bones
Thin hair tied back...

My mother doesn't believe
what she can plainly see...

And then it came, the hunger
And wrenched flesh from her bones...

The dress is white
Daisies climb her chest...

I have a wire face
Different fingers bend it to suit their needs...

I didn't have a name for this, and the one i came...
In a corner...

Anxiously she fingers the necklace at her throat...
When she was five she started school...

When morning comes it'll be too late
I'm sick of this world full of hate...

I run the knife over my thigh
its somewhere where no one will see...

If life meant something else
I would cradle now...