What She Had


Music flows through her veins

The notes and sounds awake

Pulsing out of her heart

To keep her body full


Others envy her blood

They want it as their own

Strapping on tourniquets

As doctors fill the bags


She's empty and desperate

For something new inside

Doctors pour in values

Of dolls and mannequins


She will never quite heal

The plastic mold will keep

Out the music, staving

The hunger she hides within


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