this place that i am
inside now
seems familiar
i don't know it
but it feels like home
i've gotten a few inches
shorter
wearing a while translucent
dress
a gasp escapes my mouth
when i look at the me
in the mirror
the thirteen year old me
eyes the vivid blue they were
before they turned into ice
lips just as rose
as when i used to see beauty
in a rose
i look beside me
a couple of meters away
stands the twelve year old girl
she's just like a younger twin
of me
mom, i whisper
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
