oh she's so skinny.
with her bones and her skin and her fingernails and knuckles and teeth
skinny skinny skinnnny
and we all breathe her in, we breathe in her beautiful emaciation her starvation and we love it.
we drink it up
and we call it graceful.
we call it chic.
we plant little green seeds in our bellies
oh how they grow. tall and hungry.
we will never eat again.
all our little brittle branches fall off
and we call this deformation
beauty.
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