She stared at her reflection
At her red, bloodshot eyes
Emotionless, blank
Rimmed with dark circles
She stared
At her
Dull, lifeless skin
Pale under the darkness
Trailing a finger down
The cold flesh
Her bottom lip quivered
Her eyes filling with tears
She shook her head wildly
Staggering back
It was dangerous
It was cursed
It wrecked her
The mirror
She swallowed
Choking back
A strained, strangled sob
As she gingerly touched
Her bare sides
She grimaced at the sight
Of her ribs protruding
From her delicate flesh
Of her starved, unhealthy body
She cringed
Glancing at the scars
Imprinted on her shoulder
Her breathing turned rapid
And she rocked her knees back and forth
Her tears plopping onto
The ground
With soft, gentle thuds
She screamed
Her eyes wild
Her hair tangled, flying
She balled her fists
Her cracked fingernails
Digging into her palm
Gritting her teeth
Holding back sobs
She kicked down the mirror
Slamming it hard
Against the floor
It fell to the floor
With a heavy crash
The glass fragments flying everywhere
She walked forward shakily
Glass shards poking into her feet
Her eyes glassy
The monster inside her raged
She narrowed her eyes
Punching every part of the glass
She could reach
Crumbling the tiny shards
Stamping and smashing
The thin, twisted frame
She pounded and punched
Her eyes watery
Her face red
Her hands bleeding
Red, and raw
They thrashed around blindly
Groping for glass to crush
To destroy
She screamed again
Chest heaving
Cradling her blood stained fingers
Collapsing onto the ground
She yanked at her locks
Turning away in disgust
Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.
Perhaps they were right.
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
