Orphan Girl

She retched her guts out
In an old rusty basin
A murky pool of spit and blood
Disgustingly mixed up

She wiped her mouth dry
With a torn, worn-out sleeve
For she is a shambles
Draped with ragged clothing

An orphan with soulless eyes
Staring blankly at a yellowed picture
Amidst a sea of broken glass
Covered with bleeding incisions

Oblivious to the smell of decay
That envelopes the tiny room
An obsessed and mirthless smile
Is plastered to her gaunt face

She limped across the room
Dragging her lame skinny legs
Picking up a twisted silver spoon
Along with a shallow tin plate

Slowly she scooped the goopy contents
Holding it out to her most beloved
“Open your mouth wide dearest”
She pleaded to the rotting corpse