Wasting

Her ribs
Drew like an hourglass through the curtain of her skin and
Her knees
And wrists like razors cut wide angles in her limbs
Her staring eyes
Like spotlights filled a depth more than her size while the moonbeams of
Her wishes
Gaped through throat and chin and thighs
Too compact
To fold up
Too delicate
To break
Her wasted heart
Is searching for the answers that escape as
Her spine
Shows knuckles fisted rising through the gauze of taught pale flesh
The monster in the mirror building skin and tendon battle dress
She softly sings a love song as she strips away
Her size
She knows
Her mind
Deceives her but she looks good in its lies