Dearest mother,
you’ve bound me with vines laced with thorns –
around my wrists, around my ankles, around my bones and digging into my skull.
it’s been 16 years. 16 years my body has had to mould itself to this chair i am strapped to. my eyes have strained themselves looking for sharp objects or spare teeth to cut me loose and i have slowly given up hope of processing my own thoughts or having an active imagination.
i hate the way i look at myself.
i’m convinced everyone looks into mirrors differently. i see spots and blemishes and a nose that’s too big, yet this somehow constitutes beauty to the mislead eye.
i’ve seen two way mirrors and mirrors that make me look thin and mirrors laid out in a circle around me to trap my own “warped” view and mirrors that magnify and mirrors that
strip me and leave me completely defeated.
i once found myself on the bathroom floor.
it was cold and the sound my nails made when tapped across it made my ears throb. a mirror lay inches away from my hand and i curled up, fetal, thinking if i shut my eyes tight enough it might disappear
or i might disappear...
Dearest my hiding sanity,
i’ll find you.
Author notes
option 1
move along - all american rejects
E l e c t r i c B l o o m
i'm still working on this so constructive criticism would be nice.
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foetal --> fetal.
the last paragraph before your ending letter thing is my favourite. I love this. your imagery and the writing is fantastic. the line break in the last line of the mirrors paragraph. this is amazing.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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yessir
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yes.
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More macabre imagery. That second paragraph blew me away. And all us girls can relate. And that last line--quite lovely.
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I can think of no criticism. It's amazing.
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I seriously don't have any serious criticism-
ending two lines were stunning.
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