Anna Rexic
The mirror is fatter
And it doesn't matter.
Reflections are always the same,
Because as I linger
In my throat with my finger
I know I am winning the game.
Nothing can calm it,
This reflex to vomit.
This must be my ticket to fame.
This is a glimpse into my moods. Comment if you like.
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