unbridled [completed]

eight: i n c a n d e s c e n c e .

ignoring the bustling activity behind me, i turn to face my reflection in the i n c a n d e s c e n t mirror.

with my untamed hair and pointed nose, i resemble the epitome of innocence. the freckles appear as constellations, connected by an invisible line of pride. to others, the color of my eyes are a mystery because i never hold contact for long.

to me, they are a dark shade of grey:

a

colour

that

i 

embrace.