 DISTORTED IMAGE - when hormones take over
Tears welled so far up inside my head. So lonely and alone - even my shadow has deserted me.
Deep darkness holds my Soul hostage. I pray for even a sliver of light in which to find my way.
Destructive thoughts ravage my brain and assault my being from within. I am holding on to myself by my fingertips.
War wages itself inside my body. An arsenal of hormones attacking the Motherland - yet no blood is shed.
Reflection of self in glass. Recognition does not register.
Who stole my image when I wasn't paying attention?
This has to be a dream. A nightmare. This can't be my life or me.
A last thought as my trembling hand palms the hirsute shadow on my image's chin.
Keleigh | 
