Distorted

by CH

April 7, 2018

I’d like to shatter

this distorted reflection of my past.

The warped image

that strikes back at me

blinds me

repulses me.

This person

with a superficial gaze

haughty brows

and unforgiving mouth

isn’t

(wasn’t)

me.

Someplace beneath;

I’d like to free.

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