The mirror lies
(Not skinny enough)
She stared at her reflection
How could she change this?
Cut down on meals?
The mirror lies
(Cut another out)
She picked up the fork and knife
She reached for the solitary meal
Just one bite
One can't hurt me right?
(No)
She placed it back and screamed
She skipped meals
She cut herself
She hurt herself
The mirror lies
(Almost perfect)
She lays down
Tired and unable to move
She dies slowly everyday
The mirror lied to her
YOU ARE READING
The Song Of Rose And Ash
Horrordark poetry and writings based on fiction and my own experiences.
