Living Skeletons


Hair brittle,
As brittle as their bones
Sunken eyes
Collarbones cut from stone

A porcelain heart
Porcelain cheeks
Their eyes grow heavy
And their legs grow weak

Skeletons in the closet are no more
For the only skeleton you’ll find
Isn’t behind a locked door
Out on display
For the whole world to see
They aren’t fine, they’re starving.

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