i see a skeleton.
iv'ry bones protruding
cadaverous
emaciated
fragile
gangling
lanky
meager
scrawny
starved
undernourished
underweight
wan and wasted.
it sickens me,
that girl gazing back
with hallow eyes
and a waxy complexion.
i feel the wave of nausea,
aversion to the thought
of being so skeletal
so frail
grotesque
i want to puke
i want to run
do something
to make the ghastly
ghostly image
fade
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