The bath

Wet with steam she awoke
to the dense noise of water
Falling forcefully from the metallic faucet.

Then piercing warmth
of clear water
penetrating
her bare toes.

She dreaded leaving the lit waxy candles.
Soapy water.
She dreaded the vicious reality she had
Outside this calming retreat.
Where no one but herself could call upon her
With 'encouraging' thoughts.

One step on the misleading silver scales.
One look in the glassy reflective surface.
Was enough.
Enough to push her under the depths of her despair.

The reflection she saw wasn't one of her physical form,
but one from the deceitful voice inside her head.