In

open the blind, as I pull on the thread
white flash of light has illuminated
small, thin, wiry girl
Using the doorframe to manage her weight
She staggers in, is she fading away?
knot of hair

Oh this is sad
Her thighs are barely visible

Pressing a foot on the rotten wood floor
My eyes are adjusting I wanna see more
Dust makes breathable air
Her skin is a grey mesh of watery flesh
The death in her eyes is diminishing less
line of alcohol

Oh this is sad
Her thighs are barely visible
One shot of gin
Her eye sockets are further in then they
Should be, wanting so to eat, but she’s not allowed in

The grain in the wood is a lily on sand
But still holds her weight, a mechanical hand
Ragged patchwork doll
She’s saying a line about losing her keys
She says it’s her fault and she falls to her knees
She can’t get up again

Oh this is sad
Her eyes are barely visible
Suck on her sore
Her ribs stick out even more then they
Should be, wanting so to eat, but she’s not allowed in

Here I am, running through your toenails
Oh Georgia you hear me I’m in your ears
I’m in your tongue, and I’m looking at your teeth
Concerned for you as they’re not allowed to speak like they

Should be, wanting so to eat, but she’s not allowed in