Sins of the Flesh (or Starvation)

I looked in the bathroom mirror
and I could see her:
She was running through Eden,
everything so ripe, a second from falling.
She had a crazed and fearful look about her
as though all she saw were crab apples,
limb after limb,
as though she were choosing moment to moment
to starve rather than eat them,
when what she wanted was to live.