lying on the ground
limbs sprawled out
eyes wide open
i still remember the day
etched on my memory
in permanent ink
so vivid
like a searing tattoo
when i first fell
slipping off my ivory pedestal
i couldn't seem to recall
was it an accident
or did i jump?
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The Mirror Lies
PoetryA collection of poetry based on my experience(s) with mental health issues, especially eating disorders.
