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A Shell

I stare at the empty shell in the mirror.

Is this what I am now?

My flesh tainted,

clothes tight and suffocating,

nothing looks right anymore.

My hair falls in the wrong ways,

my makeup is now a mask.

I am numb.

I am blistered and broken.

Nothing is real anymore.

I look away,

and once again

I am encased in the hopelessness 

of this damned shell.

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Zahir Sookoor

Wed 6th Jun 2018 11:22

Great intense piece of writing that captures the frustration of letting ourselves go when we know better. Lovely ?

<Deleted User> (18118)

Tue 5th Jun 2018 10:49

It is sad and movingly written.

Hannah

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