Ghost in the Mirror

She’s gone.
Finally.
That girl.
In the mirror.
She’s finally gone.
The dark black circles,
Shaking hands
Bones jutting out from her skin.
Soft purple bruises stain her body.
And the eyes.
Gray and desolate.
I met her one day,
The girl in the mirror.
I reached out to touch her,
Grasp her,
But she pulled away.
I understand.
It’s okay.
But sometimes, the girl in the mirror comes back.
Just a ghost.
A hollow reflection.
Reminding me,
Never again.
Don’t do it again.
I close my eyes.
Blink again.
The ghost is gone.