She is—

That last bit of poison you were just dying to get rid of

The scraping metal sounds screaming in your ears

A nervous wreck of skin and bones

Sunken in face and broken teeth

A massacre of beauty and perfect tender muscle

Picking up the scraps from your lingering sentences

An emotional refuge, silent, forgiving

Broken at the spine

An incredibly quantity of quality

An unforgivable sacrifice to those

With bad intentions

She is—

A wonderful example of what to avoid

A tantalizing dish served on the platters of men’s laps

A name easily forgotten and misspelled

A second hand clothing store mannequin

Striving to show you that used can be beautiful

Bent plastic facial expressions

Bare hands and gloriously groped all over

That one that you let get away

Biting tongues and swallowing blood

In the arms of those

With nothing else on their minds but

Meat