Your eyes drag away from
The bathroom mirror.
/
Because you weren’t as pretty as
You thought you were in the day.
And at night, no one witnesses
Your refurbishment.
/
No one sees the way your back
Etches like stained church glass –
The way your black hair falls
Like a veil as you marry shadows.
/
But it’s so easy to. So easy, it’s
Like sin. So easy to cast your lips
Into prayer and beg for messiness.
For one day, you look like the ones
/
Who’ve hurt you. Glass. That must
Be the only thing they don’t shatter.
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