And Then She Dies| ✅ [#WATTYS2017]

07| The Dark Wood

 
Blood, 

red 

pooling,

 blood,

 trickling down the edge of the toilet bowl.

 Daily flow from my throat. 

Two figures burning fat.

 Calories shriveling. 

Me shriveling. 

Crippling like my heart. 

Blood red heart. 

Forests of food. 

Burnt to ash. 

Shredded into nothing. 

Nothing like me. 

I look at the stall door. 

I pray. 

Nobody dared to enter.

   Nobody everybody knew. 

Before leaving room

I look at the mirror.

 I look in it. 

I look in me.

I see what he sees.

 I see fat. 

I see imperfection.

 I see a nobody.

I tug on my sweater sleeve.

 Tighten my grip on my purse. 

The mirror loved me. 

I was in control that's all that mattered.

 The forest inside me explodes. 

Tears watering the naked wood.

 Pain growing their strength. 

Minutes pass

 then 

hours

 then 

the dismissal bell. 

I wash my face. 

I close my eyes.

 I let the world say goodbye to me