Reflections.
I am tainted.
Fully clothed, yet completely exposed. I watch myself, like a hawk. The back of my throat is dry, clenching, like a fist, angry, but tired.
Fed up, done.
Behind my eyes, the salty, ache, is pulsing. Making itself known. I can't ignore it, it's not bearable.
Beyond the curvature of my lips, I am sucking inwards, suppressing a scream, so loud and so shrill, it could shatter the glass that was my heart.
My legs feel weak, unable to support my broken wings, and makeshift bones.
And yet, blinking, My reflection remains the same as yesterday,
A young girl, smiling, eyes wide, shoulders rising, content.
So deceiving, I had even convinced myself.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
