shes throws it up and sits it up
and everything begins to swirl
shes dancing and shes spinning
in her dizzy giddy half-bite world
fingertips shaking lips breaking into
dirty bites of calorie nests
swarming in her empty stomach
and shes still not perfect yet.
shes tucks it in and locks it up
till its spirals tightly round inside
shes swaying and shes twisting
her one-player game she tries
to give it up, but her fingers stuck
finding flaw-by-flaw in her eyes
cold blue lips and rib-bone hips
and she's still not satisfied.