i didnt write this

[distantxmemoryx]

From the Other Side of a Locked Door

Shades drawn
Chair against the door
She faces the Mirror
And turns ever so slowly
Watching her body’s reflection in the glass
Raises her arms and points to her toes
Now a side view

Thick of stomach
She quivers
Imperfect

She’ll run more
Maybe six miles tonight
A glass of juice
Or an apple if she has to….

Someone’s calling

Comments

[shefell_intome]

your poems are absolutely beautiful and have a lot of talent. im speechless

[distantxmemoryx]

yay thank you :o)!
i havent really written any more since my junior year in high school.