Dream of Lovely Bones

As lovely as bone,
that's I dream to be.
With no more flesh than skin,
It will be as light as wind.

To myself I've promised,
no thanks, no more intake.
I've fed up with my reflection,
whose far from perfection.

As dreary as bone,
I know how my corpse would be.
But I couldn't stop it here,
nor do it alone.

P.S: I have no eating disorder. Author.