I'm in a pink house somewhere between T.S. Eliot and George Formby, Althia and Donna.
Leaner The colour of hunger is dry and yellow; a skin stretched taut and a mouth too wide for her teeth. Ironical smiles merely taste bitter, brittle leaves breaking meander and flutter; clothes which once fit her shrug from the shoulders, shimmy and plummet to a threadbare carpet speckled with vomit. In the mirror naked her eyes are blinkered, a tunnel vision of limelight receding, drowning and sunken. Her fruit is withered, blistered and shrunken; easily bruised, no longer bleeding.
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