Bella Disorder
She's checking her eyes
For signs of perfection
Body of christ
Ribs poke through the neglection
Needed a sign of life's lagging purpose
Found it in beauty
Unattainably perfect
Clean off the blood
Poor out some water
Healing the wounds
On the stomachs of daughters
Flesh falls off bone
Chew on the carcass
Rise from the ashes of the skinny and flawless
Can't fix whats fine
Gently she's trying
The corset of life chokes her breath
Feels like dying
Pressure inside
Become close to nothing
Grow back to full
Temporarily something
Clean off the blood
Poor out some water
Healing the wounds
On the stomachs of daughters
Flesh falls off bone
Chew on the carcass
Rise from the ashes of the skinny and flawless
Bella disorder