Negative Mass

There is a sharp curve
To her every angle
She holds fast to
What she believes in.
So full of herself
With pride and disgust
She is empty
She is angry
She is strong
If she just keeps fighting.
They want more from her
Want her to fill up every
Corner of the room
So she plays a game
She knows how to win
Pretty soon she is only
Skin
And bones.
Cold and weak
Chilled to core
But she’s not done yet
She wants more more more
Tipping the scale
To negative infinity
Only then
Will she be satisfied
When her body runs away
With the night