Distorted image

A hideous beast,

a gargantuan giant.

How could one love this

monstrosity?

An eyesore she must be.

A sight she is to see.

So empty and thin

she wants to be

Never noticing that

that she has achieved.

Her arms as thin as twigs

dangling in the wind.

She is a puppet,

pulled by invisible strings.

How is she still considered

a living thing?

She is a walking skeleton,

so fragile and white.

Her bones rattle

like the tail of a snake.

For her own sake,

I hope she doesn’t break.