BODY IMAGE Poem: The Decay, by Jayden Smith

Blood drips from the seams of her pants which squeeze her thighs
Her ribs protrude and her skin flays
Her eyes bulge and blacken
Her hair turns to strands that resemble yarn
and patches of space leave people staring
Oh God she’s decaying
Her presence dissipates as her face thins
“I am here! I am living!”
Even though her heart is barely beating
“I’m grotesque. I’m macabre.”
Quite the opposite of what she wanted to be

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