A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by antebellumxx

Teary eyed and broken hearted,
she shoves her fingers deeper into her throat.
He wants her to be beautiful, 
she has to be beautiful-
and beauty is small.

Days are spent
cutting out bodies of superficial models and 
pasting her face to them,
her room is nothing but a collection
of self-made paper dolls 
and sketches of her body re-designed to how 
she wishes to be,
how he wants her to look.

Nights and days blend, 
she lives her life in the dark
awaiting perfection.
She starves to be perfect.