fear,
grips the mind of the frail,
as the cracked mirror reflects deceitful images,
that only her mind can discern.
the scale goes up,
whilst her confidence drops,
d
o
w
n
to the fiery pits of nothingness.
her tenacity rises,
as her size goes from 6 to 8 to 10,
until they’re just numbers ringing around her head,
teasing her with a lost dream.
she perseveres,
goes to extremes,
chasing an image so strong it blinds her vivacity,
until she slips,
and she’s cut by the stinging edges of broken mirrors.
mirrors that lied,
drained,
and like her dreams,
smashed.
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PuisiThis is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write mysel...
