Across the room
I see a girl
Her eyes brim with fear,
Her face an empty shell
Her thin bones jut out,
Her skin is pulled taut over them
It is the color of ashen snow
She is the personification
of things grotesque
Then, I realize.
I am looking in a mirror.
I see a girl
Her eyes brim with fear,
Her face an empty shell
Her thin bones jut out,
Her skin is pulled taut over them
It is the color of ashen snow
She is the personification
of things grotesque
Then, I realize.
I am looking in a mirror.
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