Prompt- Film

The trick is-
don't think of their eyes.
The thousands of little judgments- the desperate fantasy-
she is in beds and bathrooms,
tucked discreetly under mattress.

Thin as plaque, white and sick,
she stopped and stared,
her own mirror, her own image,
but her body-
owned by the mass.

Diced and desired, on the cutting
room floor.