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i live only in mirrors.
in glass walls of illusion
held up to my eyes -
a wicked dance’s reflection.
i exist in pixels
in square spaces of color
squared into squares -
lifeless smiles in wrong pigment.
i made my knuckles swell
because i shattered my world,
and my knees hurt
from bending into form.
sometimes i wish i was blind
and beauty was not power
that cut like a blade
i want to twist to my heart.
if i could live in my spirit
as the folds of my flesh
slough and die -
then i can grow wings.
the red pools at my ankles
continue to rise
and i will drown
because refraction is a lie.
the story of a girl who just wanted to be pretty.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (1)
Nice poem by you.