After the Apple
After the apple
she doesn’t eat much.
Not that she did before.
Being a princess
Means being beautiful.
Being beautiful
Means being skinny.
She got fat
With the dwarves;
Too many pies.
She can’t bring herself
To swallow anymore.
Every bit of bread
Becomes a poisonous gala.
Every sip of soup
Is a toxic fuji.
So she doesn’t eat.
The meat wears off
Her bones.
Skinny turns into skin.
Then he notices.
So she swallows,
But it doesn’t stay down.
Running from the room
To cough it up,
And spit it out.
She is surprised
At how easy it is
To make yourself hurl.
Her name becomes more fitting
As her face pales
‘Till it becomes translucent.
Just a wisp of the girl
From before the apple.