Danielle Schoch
Joined November 2017
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Swallowing Death
I stand in front of the mirror and an unknown reflection stares back at me. My eyes flicker back and forth taking this new person in. She's the same height as me she has the same eyes and even the same freckles but her face looks worn and tired, her figure has grown fuller and the once hour glass shape I loved so much is replaced with excess skin and saggy lumps.
By Danielle Schoch6 years ago in Poets