My body raw my face pretty my spirit rich my soul genuine 🦋
Vast roses cause distraction
Beneath the old town tides
Yes! Such dizziness still existed
A single tear rolled down
She couldn't fake at all
Seen from a mirror
A shattered profound mirror
Her mitt torn away
Vivid details of every single memory
On her palm full of slits and scars
The razor — not only her friend
But her savior from pain
Revealing the true identity
Of a girl in the attic
With a mirror in her palm.
PS: DON'T blame yourself. Feelings can't be controlled.
– R. NESSA
