i could see anger in the distant stare i saw in my mothers eyes. her mouth turned down, wondering and questioning. i was afraid but longed for her embrace. flashing back in to time what kind of memories i had to erase, to survive. and maybe it is starving that keeps me alive. as i dive into the mirror i see my hip bones protrude and i wail in ecstasy. i know you just cannot believe your eyes. and then i grew wings and i flew off.