Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Thinspo Poem.

Run(a)way

Well aren't you pretty?
Perfect little thing.
Bones jutting,
Cutting air with the swish of you shoulder blades.
Let me take you home,
I'll show you a good time.
I could snap your wrists in two
If you'd
Let me.
I'll slap you around a bit.
Let's get rough.
I will make those baby blues tear.
Rail thin,
Won't you be my model?
My thin-spiration.

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