Monday, August 20, 2007

Ashamed

As dusk approaches, the lights inside the house appear to brighten, and I can see my own reflection in the window that I stare out of. I take note of the way the light reflects off my nose, the way I look so deformed. The rest of my face shrinks in comparison with the swollen lumps of my skin and I look away.

I cannot bear to look at myself any longer.