corset

set the scene. cold, dark room. she puts her hands to her face as streams of mascara run down her arms. a familiar feeling. salt and water stain her pillow. shhh don't wake mother, don't wake father. in a few hours the shrill sounds of a new morning will fill her room. she prays it brings new hope.
set the scene. sunlight peeks in behind drawn shades and warms the cold room. she drowsily reaches to turn off her alarm. her heart grows weak as she listens to the lies her mirror whispers. its deceptive voice is no stranger to her innocent ears. out of the corner of her eye she sees the scale that holds the key to her value in a firm, unrelenting grip. the new morning forgot to bring the hope she asked for.
set the scene. typical, drama filled high school with the pressure of one million staring eyes. she walks through the halls waring a new stripped top and her favorite, faded, american eagle, blue jeans. the ones with the systematically placed and machine produced holes. she has no reason to smile, but she will anyways, it's automatic. she can't risk exposing anything under that beautiful exterior. panic sets in as she hears the lunch bell. the thought of food disgusts her. she chockes down her lunch to pacify her jury. but have no fear, she'll find solace in purging the poison. abusing the gag reflex has become second nature. the acid burns steady in her throat, but it's a taste she has learned to cope with.
set the scene. cold, dark room. waves crash in all around her. airbrushed perfection. holywood's unforgiving glare. skin deep fantasy. waves crash all around. vanity sharing the stage with validation. brainwashed starvation. waves crash. check vital signs. knife with dried blood. return hands to face. cue the mascara downpour. this cycle is endless.