Jagged Bones

I spotted her in aisle three

Trying not to stare, I walk on

But images of her jagged bones

Are all anyone can see.

She leans over to look at dessert

Her tailbone pokes out so high

It took me a second to realize

Just what it is.

Everyone's heads turn as she moves

I wonder what her life was like

To cause her so much self torture

Her mind is consumed

With numbers of food

Calories and quantities

That she won't even eat.

Wishing I could give her a hug

Help her somehow

Maybe she's still in denial

Maybe she's ready for help

A walking skeleton

So close to death

Fighting for youth and beauty,

She looks 50 not 20 years old

I hope she's okay

I hope she can beat this

Her invisible demons

Are now seen by all.