Alone
In a dark
Quiet room,
She lies on the floor.
Guilt swirling through her mind.
"But I'm better," she lies to herself.
The dusty mirror begs to differ
The voices in her head don't approve.
She can't stop thinking about the fat in
Her thighs
Her face,
Her stomach.
She pulls her hair away and
Gives in.
"It won't happen again," she lies to herself.
Alone
In a dark
Quiet room
She lies
In a casket.
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