Girl in the Mirror (C.B.#11)

November 8, 2016

I asked her why her cheeks were wet,

her eyes all red,

her wrists like a thousand still river beds.

I asked her

and she stared at me

we touched figer tips

against the mirror

Her skin felt like cool, hard glass

I wiped my cheeks

she did the same

but smeared blood across her face

I left

and she did too

Maybe she'll talk tomorrow

 

When I returned she had changed

as if something was eating her alive

her face had sunken

dark doll eyes caved in

with lips like fragile glass, hers, were splitting open

I wanted to understand

 

"Where does it hurt?" I whispered

"Where does it hurt?" she echoed

 

Her shoulders slumped

the reflection of defeat

"Everywhere."






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