Hunger

Hunger strikes on a bright and sunny day,

When the mouth laughes and the smile still shines.

Ignorant to her churning cloud of gray,

Until down came rain and silent confines.

The pretty plates were small and the portions weak,

Stains of her stomach splattered toilet bowl,

Perhaps help was sought and the pain was leaked,

But I missed the signs, and so slipped her soul.

The skinny legs and the skeletal hands,

I thought it not true, not for you, not you.

But the mind I so shamefully command,

It smiled, it said "fine," bypassed the clear clue.

So when her clothes come off and thighs are thin,

I pray one day she will lover her own skin.

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