spinning madly on

-when she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see a woman anymore, she sees a monster. All brightblueeyes and vicioussmiles. She just stares at her reflection and wishes for the girl from before, all hurricanes and storms, with a quiet violence that kept verging but never crashed. Instead, she sees a shadow, an aftermath, a voracious appetite, a strangling selfishness. She sees something she never knew how to love. She can’t bring herself to break the glass.-

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