Glaring back
As she stares at her reflection
In the mirror
She runs her hand
Over protruding bones
It doesn't sink in
Her sunken face
The battle with food
Will never be won
The battle in her mind
Has just begun
One more pound
Then one more
Til she disappears
Then no more
Hurt, no pain
Just a ghostly reminder
Of an existence
No one to blame
But herself.
2011 © LH
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