She curses her reflection
and howls at her genealogy
for her wide forehead
and her chunky upper lip
she dyes, not just her hair
so shes beyond
recognition
the blackness in her curls
seeping slowly
into her veins
poisoning her mind
her fragile little heart
suffocating
from the burden of ugly
her body mummified
starved
by the latest diet
and her soul
her poor, poor soul
a prisoner of her woes
little did she know
she had died
long before
died the moment she saw
herself in that mirror
she died for beauty
thinking beautiful she will never be
❁ طالبة الجنان ❁ 