Emaciated Truths
her skeletal finger on her porcelain face
outlines her anguished song of grace
summoning the demon in her soul
a merciless pledge of self control
her body hangs on the ledge of death
pushing for one last poignant breath
knowing through her muffled cries
the only part she needs has died
and through her fragile silhouette
she moans through harsh and piercing sweats
but even as her flawed tears flow
ultimate beauty is never bestowed
Copyright © Mary Schroeder | Year Posted 2006
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