The Cave

Walls drip acidic slime
running down the mirrors that cover every crevice.
 They reflect and glint off
each other- burning me, blinding me.
Voices echo- bellowing: fat, ugly, whale, bitch. 
I recognize every one, all strangers- passerby’s in the hallways. 
Those boys twist my brain, bashing and taunting
until I believe. 
My vision morphs: mirrors produce a monster.
Eyes narrowed, disgusted at the obese,
cellulite covered, crooked nosed beast staring back. 
My heart beats, painfully pushing blood to my cheeks. 
The pounding pulse is deafening. 
Demons poke and prod- disfiguring. 
I grab the bottle
pour the pills into my palm.
Body concaving, falling to the ground
sobbing, screaming: I am done being nothing. 
Darkness in death seems so sweet. 
But hands grab me, pulling me back-
Stay- you need to stay
Pills scatter. 
Tears stream. 
The cave walls crack,
forcing me off my knees. 
I stand-pushing at the walls. 
The light gives me sudden strength.
I stare at my reflection one last time,
golden eyes wide as a smile creeps across red lips.
I take a step into the sun,
daring the dark to shadow my light again.