a girl,

it's a dance

it was always about dancing.

she broke her body in the first act.
her mind is trying to kill her.

watch her fold in on herself.
its so easy for her to do because there is nothing inside.
when you're empty its incredible how much you can bend.

it is almost beautiful,

to watch her bones start to protrude.

almost beautiful,

to watch her spin.
she is so dizzy,
she's out of control.

she twirls and flails and screams and whispers.
until she can't,
until she stops.

this was never beautiful.
there is nothing poetic about dying.