In a silent struggle, she retreats alone, To the cold bathroom floor, where shadows are sewn. Eyes meet the ceramic, a vessel so wide, Secrets of hunger that she cannot hide. Days without eating, a ghost she becomes, Chasing a solace that never comes. Gagging each whisper the mirror displays, In the echo of choices she made in a haze. Guilt hangs like curtains, thick in the air, Veiling her heart in a cloak of despair. In porcelain confines, her battle unfolds, Where unspoken fears and the hunger take hold. Yet deep in the silence, a voice softly pleads, For kindness within, to plant its seeds. A journey from shadows, the strength to be whole, To find in herself the unbreakable soul.