He stands in his bathroom

Encaptured by the man staring back at him,

He is staring at his own reflection.

His beautiful face, he is perfection.

Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days.

This unhealthy obsession does not end,

He cannot look away.

His stomach growls and his mouth is dry,

But he remains in front of the mirror

Looking deeper into his own eyes.

The broken record playing in the background

Does nothing to distract him as he starves.

His death is the oddest of suicides.