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I saw a boy in the mirror
trapped behind shards of glass roses and pink frills.
A boy with eyes as blue as the sea
and as empty as the sky.
A boy who saw himself
and wondered
why his nose was crooked
and his eyes were black
and his cheeks were sunken in.
A boy who saw himself
and wondered
why his mind had corroded down
into the slickest of oils,
and yet he somehow
wasn't
dead.
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(July 7, 2023.)
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Poetry Collection.
PoetryEvery poem that I have ever written in my designated poetry journal since the day I was eleven years old. Read at your own risk. 😎
