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i cannot
find myself
when i look in
the mirror
my shape casts
no reflection
and all there
is there is
is the
smooth blank
wall

looking into
the mirror is
like looking
into one of
those distorted
funhouse mirrors
where you are
short and stretched
face barely
recognizable

in my life there
is no fairytale
mirror that tells
me i'm the most
beautiful of all
instead my mirror
hisses and spits
my image back at me
in fragments
a fragment of fat
thigh
fragment of round
stomach pooching out
fragment of frightened
eyes looking from a
pale tired face

'mirror, mirror
on the wall
who is the fairest
one of all?'
when i press
my face into the
mirror hoping to
get a glimpse of
the self that has
slipped into that
mirror world
where pawns play
chess

pawn to queen or
is it queen to pawn?
that is not my
face
instead i look
at my pinched mouth
and think of
shriveled flowers
littering the ground
in shades of brown

i sacrifice
yes
mirror girl staring
at me from glazed
mirror eyes mirror
arm cut open by
a mirror razor
blade
it's like watching
a series of photographs
in black and white
and grey

stand before the
mirror dizzily
and watch yourself
fall in slow motion
the pills glittering
in the mirror floor
and you slip inside
the mirror and
dance in the moonlight

the mirror
is now
empty