standing
before the mirror,
my eyes
take a road trip
and travel
across my face,
my neck,
my stomach,
my legs,
and back to my face
in this trip,
my eyes find
no memorabilia,
only flaws
and painful
memories
standing
before the mirror,
my eyes
take a road trip
and i fight the urge
to slam my fist
against the glass
and let it
shatter
just as
my heart
has done
oh, so often
standing
before the mirror
i stare at this body
that does not
seem
to belong
to me
nothing seems real
anymore
i wake up
but it still
feels like
i'm dreaming
sunflowers
break through
my skin
i scream
and nothing
comes out
thisisn'tright
thisisn'tright
thisisn'tright
the sunflowers
wilt and die
i wake up
and still
it feels like
i'm dreaming
YOU ARE READING
SUNFLOWER BABY
Poetry"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]
