Fill me up
one at a time
make sure not to pour too much
or too little 
you’re running out of time
to make things right

Paper arms and Paper legs
that is why you are doing this
don’t forget those eyes in
mirror cameras
screaming
don’t you dare be hungry
if you want to look pretty
and
be happy

Your own eyes become tainted
no longer sure of what beauty even is
yet all you know
is perhaps
if you become smaller
lose
just a little
more weight
you can discover hidden grace
under your never-ending rolls of sin
clinging on with contempt.

Soon you will fold like paper
mold like paper
smaller
sharper
it’s for the better
to become
just
like paper

easily folded

easily
wasted

you’ve finally made things right
But sadly
Paper eyes
tell
Paper lies
Twisted
just
not
right