a body left to be found
she's losing her life by the pound
her face like porcelain, glass
fake and see-through, sad past
a moment and then
perfection
a stretched image of beauty
like an ironic melody
with pills and pain
a moment left, now only a stain
Author notes
Porcelain anorexia.
I wasn't sure if you wanted me to put this here, so there.
A contest entry
- Phrases by amaranthine lover.
300 points, ended April 23, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
~i am nothing yet i still am~
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a lovely write, you did the phrase justice thanks for entering
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Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. It was a fun contest.
jan
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great
it had a great imgin in it loved it the picture ran throw me as i read it nice imgare u used her jan nicely done hope i did good on the contest
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Thanks Jen, I'm glad you liked it. Good luck to you too.
jan
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cool. i really liked
"her face like porcelain, glass
fake and see-through,"
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Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.
jan
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You have a brilliant sense of words. This was lovely. Grotesque in its beauty, but lovely.
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Thanks, for some reason this is all I've been writting recenlty, at least on paper. I decided to share it. Thanks again, for the comment and the applause.
jan
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