JudgementA Poem by ChristineMm, I really have no idea. I was bored and picked up A Dance of Sisters, not my usual kind of book, but whatever.
The hollows of her cheeks,
deeper and darker than a week before. Her swanlike back, now gaunt and grim Skeletal fingers caress those legs, once sure, smooth, strong. Her arms, once willowy and lively, a puppeteers marionette: twisting to the rhythm of life, stilled, scarred, snapped. Nervous shoulders, timidly awaiting judgement, a pointy tongue, pressing into the cracks and crevasses of her lipless mouth. Pale eyes, shadowed. Glassy, lifeless. Finally, you're skinny enough. Plie, arabesque? not anymore. Too weak to even walk. A dancers goal is also a dancers downfall © 2011 ChristineAuthor's Note
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Added on January 16, 2011 Last Updated on January 16, 2011 AuthorChristineSeattle, WAAboutedit: 9.21.11 I haven't been on in several months, I'm sorry about that, I'll try to be more active! I've been going through a rough patch lately and all my writing hasn't been all that decent... I.. more..Writing
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