Head leaned on the
Left hand, titled left.
Kneeling, she looked
At her reflection.
Pale, bloodless lips,
Drowsy eyes, circled dark.
Colourless skin,
Brows neutral.
No emotion,
Neither pain nor relief,
Neither sad nor happy.
No smile or frown,
She sat there looking
At a harmless zombie,
The result of ferocious,
Hungry experiments.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
