Sometimes when I look in the mirror

i see a skeleton.

iv'ry bones protruding

cadaverous

emaciated

fragile

gangling

lanky

meager

scrawny

starved

undernourished

underweight

wan and wasted.

it sickens me,

that girl gazing back

with hallow eyes

and a waxy complexion.

i feel the wave of nausea,

aversion to the thought

of being so skeletal

so frail

grotesque

i want to puke

i want to run

do something

to make the ghastly

ghostly image

fade

The thing I hate most about Connie

is that I see myself in her.

I live a double life with my family, I fool my simple mother, I get scolded for doting on the mirror.

but most of all,

even after knowing who he really was---and what would happen to me,

I too, went willingly.

Raw Passion