And so like poor Alice, innocent and foolish, I fell down the rabbit hole, into the underworld, where up is down, and food is sinful, and I am of absolutely no worth.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Eyesore
There is such an ugly thing in the reflection.
Stares at me with hollow eyes and sunken cheekbones. She is departed, cold, and so very hollow. Like a colorless painting. A painting that has the potential to be a work of art, but is instead a whisper of what could be, a ruined version of what should be.
My vision of perfection is cruel, and I have played the fool all along. The expectations of my daydreams bury me. Why, oh why, do I do this to myself?
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