Poem, 5.5.04

I have not written since this:

Mirror

Restless.
Demanding, crying, lashing out.
Stripped and tortured.
Chained to the wall
by emotional strings.
Slave to her own mind.
Wanting all.

Wanting nothing.

They watch as she is whipped,
beaten and bloodied,
by her own body,
and are powerless to interfere.
She cries out,
calling for their aide,
or perhaps for her own,
before succumbing quietly
to the tormentor within.