SHE DANCES

Yesterday morning,
she danced naked
in front of her mirror.
Depressed,
               afraid,
                       ashamed.
Tonight,
she's so tired,
a fragile eggshell
hiding beneath rumpled bed sheets,
blurred thoughts
race through her tortured mind.
Hollow eyes,
                 rimmed with red,
her broken heart
                         lost,
she's just waiting for an end,
dancing shadows in her head.