Nuclear Winter

When I look in the mirror, I always see the same person. I see a girl with thin arms and legs, phantom brown hair, and dark eyes. I see a girl with bare, dirty feet, tired face. The fact that this girl is ME makes me wonder. It makes me feel dizzy to look at her, lost in her eyes. Our eyes always meet, and we never fail to meet our eyes at the exact same time. I broke that mirror, I remember. Twice. I'm never taken out of the asylum because I can hear voices. The voices tell me the same things over, and over again. They tend to be very repetitive. ''Come outside. ''The voice always be