Flesh

She sold herself a pound at a time - we're talking flesh here. It was funny back when she still laughed, now its just funny how things turned out. Now, she just picks up the pieces she pretends not to recognize.

She was selling herself, for nothing it seems - cheap thrills and someone to please.

She tore bits off wishes,
and ripped chunks off dreams
Living in reality, nothing is as it seems.

'you want what you want', she says, 'I take what I can'
cravings are only quelled when they're fed (and feelings can't feed when they're dead)

Late is better than never - better than forever. She sings her motto like a choir.

'skin and bone comforts no one' she says 'they leave you alone this way'

They don't even notice you anymore, they just pass you by like an autumn breeze, cool and light with warmth distant and forgettable. Just like you, she says, just like you.

She sold herself a pound at a time, piece by glorious piece but no money in the world can put a price on the cost of relief.