Her heart was riddled with bullets.
Her back had been stabbed too many times to count.
Her skull was hollow,
Her mind empty.
Her rib cage visible to the world, but no heart for her brittle bones to protect.
Her eyes were turned to oceans of tears, turning her blind.
Her feet were stuck with nails, leaving bloody footprints everywhere she walked.
Her mouth stitched together to keep her from screaming.
Her legs twisted and dislocated to give her a thigh gap.
Blood leaked from her ears from society screaming to be pretty, be happy, be skinny.
All these injuries, but do you know what her cause of death was?
An elaborately knotted rope around her neck
Tied there for a lifetime of pain,
And she finally decided to let go.
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Actual Acorn
so true
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