The figure in the mirror; sharp, bonny, brittle,
A mind run by the thought of images of gorgeous, thin and sexy people,
A starving stomach and hips erect,
Black lines outlining her eyes; eyes of sadness that hide stories of sadness
Gentle, skin and bone fingers,
long fragile and covered with scars,
Scratch marks all up her arms; a method of distraction to forget, to not hear the song hunger sings,
A young girl fallen into a deadly trap,
Hiding her secrets deep within her lost soul,
Behind her distorted reflection,
Awaiting her fate
