Centus: Reflection

She wakes up late,

as usual,

unwilling to face the light

of another day.

Consciousness creeps close,

bringing with it

those terrorizing thoughts,

that threaten slumber’s false serenity.

Her eyes slowly open

to the harsh reality

of the horror

that her life has become.

She stumbles towards

her inevitable release,

the daily purge 
of emotional pain,

down the porcelain throne.

She pauses at the sink,

finally taking that hard, honest appraisal

of what her life has become.

The reflection in the mirror says it all.

Falling to her knees in prayer, she cries out,

“God, I can’t do this alone!” 


(100 words, prompt in bold green)

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