The ivory coloured shirt hung loosely on her bony skin that highlighted her collarbones that seemed to protrude through her pale white skin. Her face looked miserable. Pale as ever. It seemed as if she haven't had her meals for days...or maybe weeks...maybe even months? Her lively lips that once looked glossy and plum-like, now seemed to end with a chapped finish .
The girl infront of me didn't know the definition of smile. Hder oceanic blue eyes had lost it's waves. They no more empty. carried the craze and no more the love. Her heart felt shattered. It pumped blood but was slowly becoming vacant. No love. No trust. No words.
The girl was really foreign. She wasn't me. Could she ever be? No. The girl in the mirror wasn't me. It was a miserable painful person. A sight that made my heart ache a little more but a little less to believe that the girl in the mirror wasn't me.
THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR -twilightqueenbie