Beauty in Bones

A Poem by Crazy Claire

About anorexia I guess...

Feet are slipping
Minds are tripping
Another roar will go on
ignored.

Eyes are drooping
Thoughts are looping
Around the ideas
of torture.

Bones are sticking
Tongues are licking
But nobody senses
the cries and pleas.

Lies are spoken
Eyes are awoken
Though she is more hurt
than she really needs.

Now she has faded
She gladly traded
The hunger for scars
of red.

She wanted to be stunning
So she started running
Away from the roars,
and slowly starved herself dead.