although some days she felt like the trap instead of the mouse
she still felt as small as the mouse
she loved telling the girl with the fucked up teeth how nice her smile was
and reminding the girl who always cried that her eyes were beautiful
but for some reason there still remained a hole in her chest
something missing
she saw so much beauty in every single person she met
except for herself
the vines inside of her tangled together, ceasing to grow
they hugged her organs tightly and piled up and up and up
until it became harder and harder to breathe
she loved people so much
so much that she forgot how to love herself
but then again, she forgot how to do that a long time ago
time didn't do anything
all it did was let her marinate in her guilt and shame and disgust
hoping one day time will heal her
but it never did
just as it never does.
