Kayla

Shoulder blades like angels’ wings,

Each rib visible, each deathly,

She stands alone, frozen:

A spectre under flickering hospital lights.

 

Her once-beautiful smile

Turns to a painful grimace,

Her musical laugh now

A dry croak in the dark.

 

And as painful beauty turns to beautiful pain,

An abandoned stomach gives in,

Unfed lungs refuse to fill,

And a weakened heartbeat ceases.

 

15 is too young to die.


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