Too much to ask?A Poem by BonnieAll I wanted was to be perfect. Was that too much to ask? Small waist, Tiny arms, A beautiful smile. But now, leaning over the porcelain bowl, that smile rotted
with the smell of putrid acid. Sitting on the cold tile floor. The little life I had left, slipping away, fading out of my
bright blue eyes. My hair thinning, falling out My bones bulging, hard to miss. Falling down, Out of breath. Out of energy. Out of life. I just wanted to be perfect, was that too much to ask? © 2021 BonnieReviews
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