No Frills

The more she lived
The more she unravelled
Cut down by the complexities of life
Her body was used
Her body was rendered
Her body went under the knife

But still she broke down
And still showed the cracks
Even though she looked like an angel
And so she found drink
And so she found pills
And then found the end of a needle

And now there is nothing
And now there’s shell
A beautiful doll that has broken
She has no more frills
She has no more breath
And her body has started to stiffen

Copyright ©RMC Feb 2018

DWP

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