Body Cavity

The mirror doesn't comfort her at all,
she can see straight through it.
She takes out polaroids of herself
a year ago, six months, three months.
Sees how they've developed.
She's grown fat on too much saccharine
and too little substance,
her appetite confounded only by her innocence
as she tries to fill the hunger hole
within her rounding belly.
The slow gestation of her art has become
no comfort to her cravings.
How is she to see herself
when the mirror, mirror on the wall looks on,
reflects the slimmer girl beneath?