The Battle
Illustrated by Valentina Fiallo
The mirror on the wall is calling my name
Just like every morning
I look up
And I see it again
Those eyes, bloody red
That face, distorted
And a figure, massive like a whale
Filled with great misery
Can this really be me?
I like to think it’s not
But the voice in my head tells me otherwise
Am I really a bloody monster?
As I glance a second time
I see it again
But this time it’s different
I look down at my dry pale hands
And back into the mirror
Only to see fingers missing and body parts bleeding
I look back down at my small slim body
And turn away
From the strange energy hanging in my room
The mirror on the wall is calling my name
But this time it’s different
I won’t let it win
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