I Need Bones.
Bulging Out Of My Body.
Sharp Enough To Cut Through My Skin.
Enough To Cut Through My Soul.
My Mind Is Clouded By The Dreams.
The Fantasy Of Thigh Gaps.
No Boobs.
Hips Someone Can Hold On To Like A Notebook.
The Love Affair With My Skeleton Gives Me Strength.
Hope.
Life.
And Happiness.






