The corset hugs tightly about me,
A bone cage constructed of fine ivory.
I hesitate to take a breath,
For it may mean my death.

Someone beckons me across the room-
Do they not see it may mean my doom?
Yet I take a wandering step toward.
To that shadowy figure, I move forward.

The figures around me mutate into dust,
And I wonder if it is myself I can trust.
Surely, my eyes conceal their true form,
As the corset conjures inside me a storm.

Darkness paints the edges of the walls,
And I wonder if my corpse falls,
Would the shifting, undead souls
Be able to revive my arterioles.

The corset greedily imbibes my life,
And I on the floor, breathe with strife
For each inhale is a measured elixir;
At the edges of the world, the spirits whisper.

The corset, a cage of infernal bones,
How I yearn to pelt it with stones!
To wrench the fabric with my nails,
Watching as it made such lovely trails.

And then I wonder what force could stop me
As I strip it from my emaciated body
And watch the threads blaze in the shadows of the night.

A/N: Hello, you may be wondering why I completely rewrote this poem and deleted the other one (if you're one of my earlier readers). The original poem was one of my first attempts at poetry, and I think for such a significant theme, it didn't really do it much justice. So, I completely rewrote it - hope you enjoyed it!
(Although, if you prefer the original or would like to read it, I can attach it to this part, if you wish).