Beautiful Soul
massacred with such detail of a young ladys' insecurity
propelled out of universe defying standards
believing the imagery of pencil thin is in,
eating thoughts as well the insides of her flesh,
creating a disappearing act without the magic
deteriorating herself one less meal and one more purge
at a time
reflections are disengaged while her mirror holds all shame
all taunts her hiding behind locked pupils
it's her scattered memories
the imaginary bulges on her stomach stretch like elastic truths
conscience is feeding her plastic images
facades as the new eye wear
see the same and be the same
as everyone else...
But this beautiful soul remains massacred with such detail
each imperfection imperfect-ing her affection for her reflection.
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