This is probably not very good, but after my Internet disconnected last night (it does that at midnight), I wanted to express feelings somehow, and this is what came out. I don't really consider it a "poem" as such -- more like a chant-type thing. It has a strange sort of rhythm to it, but it doesn't read like real poetry to me, so I'm not sure what to call it.

PS: The title is meant as irony.


ana

there was fat on her stomach.
there was fear in her eyes.

her sweater covered her pale arms,
the veins glowing through her skin.

there was hate in her skull.
there was fear in her eyes.

her apple will last for seven hours
and her body for five more months.

there was rot on her breath.
there was fear in her eyes.

she was lifted onto a sheetless bed,
face powdered to hide the grey cheeks.

there were bones for a body.
there was fear in her eyes.