Beauty
a hunched and squeaking thing
stalking you from mirror’s edge. perching
with slender spider legs and teeth. blinding
white and fragile as
eggshells. clicking
it’s tongue behind the light-bulbs. whispering
low and quiet threats into your ear. it appears
naked and honest, to the not-perceiving eye. smiling
underneath the heavy shawl
of human thought, human skin
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Arden Ashley
A Pacific Northwest writer and visual artist attending Washington State University.
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