Surveyed her frame:
Envy; disgust
I felt both shame
And some mistrust
Her face was hollow
Her words were too
She claimed to swallow
Food she’d accrued
There was one
There was another
One I’d shun
Too like her mother
The second sister
More humane
But still a blister
Which caused pain
She ceased eating
Till skeletal
On each meeting
Claimed was full
Jeans would slip
Nothing there
Had lost hips
Had spectral stare
Nails bitten
To the quick
Miss Britain
Now a stick
So one would assume
That I’d avoid
The same doom
That so annoyed
But was not long
And I’d succumb
Though knew wrong
Despised each crumb
I too had shrunk
Accomplished liar
And found I’d sunk
Into that mire
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