The Mirror

[tealyblue]

hunched over
my ribs poking out of my skin
shake uncontrolably
as the cough reaches my lungs
spreading its self out in my body
itself larger than mine

i look up
faceing towards the mirror
its gossamer frame
laughing in my face
eyes swollen
my cheeks red
the mirror grins flaunting its jovial aditude

i turn to the side
with my hunced back
still shivering
the heat,
immense and yet can't get through my thick skin
my cadaverous mirror
so perfect and happy
i can't see myself in it

i stand up straight
staring it down with my cloudy eyes
it will do no good
my stare weak in its upholding presences
for i'm not there
it does not reflect me
my obscured images
do not help its rigidness

i cry out to it
in vain
its hunger for my pain seethes
bubbling over
the cauldren so round and large
sucking me dry
asking for more
convincing me that i am selfish,
that i am percieving it wrong
it is my friend

the mirror my sister
i'm attached to them both
and yet they yell and scream at my insecurities
tell me it will all be over soon
just one more day

they mock my failing efforts
whispering into my ear
to giveup
and when i do
as my cough continues
they laugh at my quaking body
they poke and laugh
and that is the end.

[jesla]

Thanks for sharing that.
:hugon Teal :hugoff