Her cheekbones

Are raised to such a level

So as to hold tall

Her heavy brain.

Her metallic decorations,

Adorning her ears,

Reveal a touch of taste

And pull down strong

Adding to

The weight of her head.

Her bland outfits

Do not fit

Imposing younger

Thinner Images of herself,

On herself.

And she refuses

To buy new ones

Because she thinks

That she should diet

And save money

To pay her debts.

Her cheekbones

Are so tall

That her sleepless eyes

Must strain to see

When tucked so far back .

Her heart is hushed
With caffeine

And Tylenol.

Her mind is unfocused,

Scattering from problem "I"

To problem "Q"

To problem "I need to fucking focus"

To problem  "I need to stop swearing

'And smoking

'And stacking my shoulders up so high."

Her cheekbones

Will soon be splinters at our feet