His mouth tastes of soot
As if he’d seized infamy
With his outstretched tongue
Om
The life-giving breath
A transcendental mantra
Earth’s divinity
Anorexic Chic
A razor’s fine edge
She courts disease. to attain
Airbrushed proportions
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(this poem is about girls who mistakenly believe that Anorexia is glamorous)
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