See Her - Tierney Ragsdale

Look in her mirror and watch.

The physical signs of self-inflicted pain blossoms again.

I can watch the girl in the mirror
She will always stare back, eyes wide shut,
Seeing all, watching but never understanding.

Can you see her?
Watch, look how she changes.

The waist band is looser than it was just five days before.
You can see where the rib cage and hips poke out, ragged, sharp lines against her skin.

She will line her eyes in black, hide behind the veil of black hair.
She will pierce the skin; alter the expression into a mask.

Can you see her?
Watch, look upon the changes.

It could have been obvious.
Or perhaps it was too understated.

I have watched the girl in the mirror. Can you see her?
The life has slowly died from behind her eyes.

The vacancy doesn’t show.
The mask of content is firmly in place to keep
The unwanted out and to bestow
No more of her pain on her beloveds.

I look at the girl in the mirror. Can you see her?
Watch, look as she is consumed from the inside.

He gnaws at her insides creating these bloody caves.
Watch as she works frivolously to repair the damage.

I look at the girl in the mirror. Can you see her?
Wait, watch for her closely, see her truths.

See the all too real reality of his destruction.
Watch the self inflicted seraph fall.

I look at the girl in the mirror.
All too familiar.