It has been 3 years since I have looked into the mirror.

I fear what looks back at me

White teeth, yellowed and speckled

Gaps where jagged fangs are missing

Dark hair and eyes, black and dark like my ancestors

Skin like sand

Scratch at it I do, the glass shows red where I have lost control

My chest bulges, an unwelcome reminder 

I do not like the burdens of girlhood.

I had sleek long hair, once

It is gone, sliced into nothingness

There is a dip in my shoulders.

I smile, I like to see the bones, clear and defined. 

Reminder there is something beneath

It is not human, underneath.

Underneath my skin, underneath flesh

I am something other

I cannot see myself in that glass.

What stares back is a child

I AM NO CHILD

My mind is sharp and I am edged

I slice into those who come near, I hurt them

I do not like to see them hurt…