Cold Embers

Brittle hair and brittle bones – 

The price of perfection.

Skin is flaking, teeth are aching,

Grey lips stretched across them.

*

Ice forms from the inside out,

Such as death comes upon a corpse.

No meat and no heat,

The embers of a fire, slowly dying.

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Naked. Neglecting nature,

Scrutiny, scrutiny, scrutiny –

Eyes upon eyes who tell sickening lies,

But where is the truth?

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One… two… three ribs in counting,

Four… five… six days of nothing,

Resolutely eat-less – yet sleepless.

The embers of a fire, slowly dying.

*

Hollow stomach and hollow mind,

This emptiness is everyone’s desire

But they deceive and they perceive,

Spouting falsities to conceal their envy.

*

I am superior. Controlled.

Disciplined with prima perfection.

I carry the pain, a weight I won’t gain.

The embers of a fire, slowly… slowly…

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Image: fine art America 

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