who is she ?
her sunken eyes stare back at me I search for any sign of light but the rings of blue that orbit her pupils are eclipsed by fear and false reality at the center , the dulled pencil points of her irises are cold . still . their shimmer is gone
tears stream down her cheeks , two hollow porcelain bowls the untouched food on the table glares up at her glistening with grease and gluttony and guilt her body craves nourishment her mind craves control
her frail frame aches with weakness bruises like blots of purple ink stain the surface of her skin stamped into her spine across hours of sit-ups on cold bathroom floors her bones protrude through sickly skin jeans slip down her bony hips , clothes hang limp like dead leaves railroad tracks of scars run down her wrists deep canyons carved out with razor blades ribbons of crimson blood pour out from her veins she is a corpse covered in pale pink tissue paper wrapped up in denial and fake smiles concealing her pain
she chases perfection to be beautiful , thin , popular , worthy a mirage arising from the stress and pressure that beats down on her like blazing desert sun chased by demons that drive her fears of failure , of flaw , of fat
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