Trace the sharp line
Of each brittle bone
Beneath delicate leaves
Of paper pale skin
Stroke each hollow
On the skeletal map
Tell me honestly
Is is not beautiful?
Watch the fat drip
And pour into obscurity
Watch me tremble
At the slightest breeze's caress
Let the wind sweep my feet from under me
Watch as I am lifted
As a dainty dancing feather
Elusive and free
For I am nothing
And nothing has become me
As I am carried into oblivion
Back where I belong
Do not anchor me with substance
Unlock the chains of mass
Release me from these confines
For I am nothing but a whisper
A contest entry
- She's Got A Body Like An HourGlass And Its Ticking Like A Clock--x by Dead Star--x.
475 points, ended May 12, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - x Speak for the image x by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended June 10, 2008, 45 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow what a wonderful and descriptive piece that is not overdone but really does flow with emotion and imagery as you have captured the true formality and feelings of anorexia and how they can affect a person both mentally and physically. you have used descriptive imagery and wording to describe it as well. well dopne and thank you for entering
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maybe its because Im on my 4th red bull within an hour, so this comment is gunna suck & i apologize
but I <3 this poem.
As I am carried into oblivion
Back where I belong
♥
I wish I could reach oblivion.
Dead Star--x
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