Working with the mirror, my tongue cuts sharp words.
You look stupid
she says.
I hate you
she whispers.
She is me

Running with paper pages, my hands cut into paper.
You should die
she tells.
I hate you
she utters.
She is me

Operating with swift gloves, my fingers cut skin.
You’re fat
she speaks.
I hate you
she screams.
**She is me