Bones

I feel the bones through the skin.

Stretched tight, in some places too thin.

Every day I take a key, and turn it once.

Then twice, then thrice, and so on.

I don’t want you to know.

How much plush really lines my flesh under my skin.

Because you said you only liked skinny girls.

Believe me when I say for you I do, I do not think.

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