Bad Poetry Friday

Nothin’ at All

She treats her body like dirt

Trying to gain control of the hurt

Nothing goes in or even comes out

You can only recognize her by her pout

Using her body to gain control,

while losing it to chase something she can’t hold

Her waist has dropped from okay to small

The once strong structure is nothing at all

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