Afraid of what I would become,
I tried to rip my skin from its bone.
A small hand protruded from my belly but I
vowed not to let it out
My face was staring back at me,
It shone like diamonds, or rhinestones because something real wouldn't
be so evil.
A beam of light peered through the broken glass.
Bloody hands hung to my side, hurting, bits of glass webbed
in between my fingers
When did I loose control?
Straight hair fell from my scalp drenched in sweat
This is not my hair.
My hair is curly.... so I thought.
My mouth was in severe pain, I couldn't speak
Tennis balls lodged in my throat forced its way down my esophagus
I tried to swallow them but I choked
I coughed up mucous then eventually vomited
Hazelnut liquid.... sour and sickly sweet.
I laid on the cold vinyl floor covered in shame
and surrounded by trash
I hope my mother doesn't see me like this.
The bathroom is a mess; I have to clean it
My knees were bruised, I think I fell...or
someone pushed me
I can't remember.
"Vianka!" my mother yelled from downstairs.
I answered, "ill be done in a minute."
I closed my eyes and lifted myself up to the sink.
I allowed the cool water to run over my cuts.
When I opened my eyes, the bathroom was like new
My skin soft again and my curly hair returned
I touch my neck it was smooth.
The light brighten. I guess I was dreaming.
I brushed my teeth and hurried downstairs ready to eat Sunday breakfast.
And left the smell of faint vinegar.