Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
Dedication: This is dedicated to Charlie Schulz, because she is my other half. Hope you like.
The Skin-And-Skeleton Girl
Torn-off shirts in dark cupboards
And fumbled groping
Are your way of life
Now
.
It's a new one every week
Because it's an
Adrenaline rush
And that saves you
.
You're nothing but skin and skeleton
When you don't have the boys
They bring you alive, a high
Like nothing else does
Anymore
.
Hollowed out eyes and hollowed out ribs
Are your trademark
These days
The skin-and-skeleton girl, you're the one
Who's the butt
Of all the anorexia jokes
.
Maybe you are sick-you don't know
Who has the time to think, you only have time to react.
Your life is a fast-forwarded haze of
Smoky cigarettes and low-waist jeans and
Who has the time to eat, in fact?
.
Because the boys keep lining up
And you can't resist
Because the boys, they're like drugs
And you're like Kurt Cobain
.
So tear off their shirts in the dark broom cupboards
And find comfort in smooth planes
Find comfort in the familiar
Find comfort in being what you're meant to be
.
For a moment you can shine here,thrive here,smile a big smile here
Because this is what you're good at
(Here, experience, not smarts count)
Before going back to
Rusty-old-tin-can mode (before you're hollow again)
.
That's why you're popular, that's why you're a slut
That's why you're a label
Because if you dress yourself up in the glitz and the glamour
Then maybe some glitter
Will rub off on you
.
And you need to be the one who lights up
In a crowd, because only then
Will all the boys look at you
And you need that, to be something other
Than skin and skeleton
.
You're hanging on a cliff edge, it feels like-
And you're so empty, and you're so hungry
For food and for other things
That your grip
Might slip
.
You need your junk to hang on
That's why you're the way you are
You need something to help you along
So you don't have to turn and face the fact-you're meaningless
.
A/N:So...this is a Dominique oneshot,but...can be any character, really.I like the idea of a Dominique who finds nothing special about herself-and identity crisis,of all the fanfics I've read,she's been so well defined that I like to write her a little-or a lot-lost and confused and is my first piece which I actually can call 'poetry', in the true sense...this is very inspired by alt rock, because I've been listening to that all evening.I know,I know,it has no structure but don't flame.
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