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Skeleton Princess

Skeleton Princess

Pigs exist solely for slaughter 
But even a pig can become a princess 
If you can fit into the dress 
presented by society’s seamstress
you’ll be deemed a worthy daughter 

The bigger the hole grows the more whole she’ll feel 
Starvation is a girl’s only way to salvation 
Skeleton princess is the ideal 
She’s done far more than skip a meal 
She’s learnt to detest temptation 
to overcome the seamstress’ ordeal 

Savor this delightful hunger 
this frightful hunger
for you’re not getting any younger 

Once a skeleton she earns her crown 
Dressed in a white corset gown 
Girls look longingly at her visible spine 
How beautifully her vertebrae align 
How her blood ages like wine 
How velvet carnations rest in her rib cage 
How she’s remained in her golden age 

Loose your thick mantle of flesh 
and start your life afresh 
Leave an age of gluttonous sins 
Only then may you find a prince 
Only then an era of acceptance begins 
Only a Skeleton princess wins 
 

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Tony Taylor

My Goodness Sad GIRL!!.......this is truly sad.......the melancholy that carries this along in its sarcasm is brilliantly conveyed.......with phrasing that rings true and takes the reader to the place of your intent......near anger for society's bullshit!!........ALL STARS & PINNED!!.......Great stuff dear poet sister!!......Anorexia Bites!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo  : )

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Marion

Agree with Tony...superb write...Great lines x

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