real girl / mirror girl


My girl - 

Translucent in the sun.

Blue webs

And purple strings that run.

A wave of midnight crowns my head.


My girl - 

Dark clouds around the eyes.


Fingers pulling at the thighs.

They rub together and I start to cringe.


My girl -

A beauty and a fright.

The day

Is well and in the night

I scream because I am two different girls.


My girl -

So discriminating

Of each

And every piece of skin.

To love myself takes every ounce of courage.



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