My Reflection

It was never them
never him
never anyone.
She sees so clearly
through the mirror on her wall,
an image
misshapen
and grotesque,
different from what she knew.
She rejects herself
more than any before.
She won't eat,
won't breathe,
drowning in
a mist of life
she doesn't deserve,
Until the rejection
eats her soul
Slitting it in two
Four
More.
9/9/08 8:51 A.M.