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Anorexic Angel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Paula O., Brighton, CO

Don’t call me beautiful,”
You say,
And most sincerely.
“I’m not beautiful, not yet.”
I look at you
Past the featherless scalds in your velvet wings
Past your dull, hell-bent halo with but a faint glimmer surviving
And into your eyes.
I see the hate and hurt in your flexing pupils
And try to protect you from seeing the same things in my own
Though I shouldn’t worry - your eyes are blind
Blind to what you’ve done to yourself, and
Blind to what you’ve done to me.
And I whisper for the thousandth time today
Patiently, stolidly still:
“No, you are.”
And I will say it a thousand more times
As I sit here
Holding your limp head in my lap
And stroking your stale hair
Because you need to hear it
You need to know your (swan) song is heard.

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4 comment(s)
This is a beautiful poem, it's sad too. It captures ever emotion. I love it.
Aug. 24, 2014 at 12:22 AM • Report
This was beautiful! I love the image that you gave with the broken angel and how she was beautiful no matter what to you. Just awesome
Sep. 04, 2013 at 2:37 PM • Report
I love the image of "broken angel" that you conveyed.  Your images were beautiful.
Feb. 23, 2013 at 7:51 PM • Report
WOW,,..first thoughts: SO amazingly captured! This is an extremely well-written peice, I love the theme. LOve IT!
Feb. 23, 2013 at 9:36 AM • Report