His fingers are thin

His nails ice blue

His body is beaten

His ribcage is bruised

There are cuts in his hands

And scratches on his wrists

Anger in his eyes

And blood on his fists

His eyes are swollen

His skin is pale

His legs are like matchsticks

His arms thin and frail

He runs from his abuse

And tries to hide

But he cannot escape

The anorexia inside