I gazed at myself in the bathroom mirror today. The mouth of my reflection said things my lips never did. The arms of my reflection grabbed my neck and slammed my head against the mirror as shards of glass fell everywhere. Blood rushed down my face and drenched my lips. I licked the blood on my lips and it tasted Good. I walked out of the Bathroom with invisible cuts and bruises. I smiled acting as if everything were fine yet my lips as well as my whole face were covered in blood that I drank yet all my scars were unseen appearing only to me and all I ever allowed myself to drink we're the invisible blood that drenched my lips and the only time I decided to drink was when my reflection beat me as he whisper lies that I am unworthy.
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Everyone Screams To Things Unseen
Não FicçãoThe diary of a woman struggling to navigate clearly through life in 21st century America as the lines between the natural and spiritual world become blurred.
