Haunting Beauty

Dry lips peel
And pallid skin flakes
Beneath anaemic eyes
Her kiss withheld
For the prince she awaits
By the sink of bulimic cries

Her eyes are silver
And only turn to blue
On the zenith of vivacious days
When the winter sun
Briefly flickers through
Bestowing the impression
She'll be saved

Her stomach rumbles
But she's renitent
To the fundamental sound
She must only feed
On the pain of perfection
To appease the creature
She solemnly vows

By the mirror she cerebrates
Starvation's stride
And ill discipline in effect
Her dwindling face
Her channeled guide
To a love which merits
Its weight in flesh

No one to seek
But the man she dreams
Somewhere adrift in time
Never roves around
The turbulent streets
Where affection is wasted
On the blind

Still she withers within
The fleeting years of chance
Like sere leaves that slither
Along the sill
As the light slips through
Her asthenic grasp

Dry lips seal
As her ashen thin face
Grieves the unyielding cry
For the kiss she bled
In vain, unfed
Until the day she died