When I look inside the mirror I see a monster.
I see a horse with a white mouth and a bloody tongue.
When I look inside the mirror I see a monster.
I see the forgotten face of a little boy.
I see a pain trying to rip its way out of a body.
I see the blood and I see the milk.
When I look inside the mirror I see a stranger. Someone who doesn't look at mirrors anymore.
Or at cameras. At phones. At faces.
I see oblivion and a less than human state of mind.
When I look inside the mirror I see peace,at last. Flickers of joy sometimes.
I see pride and I see fear.
I see secrets and I see screams
and I see love and lives wasted.
I see flesh instead of bones and I call it day.
I see my mother's hands and eyes that are mine alone.
I see, at last I finally see.
YOU ARE READING
Purple blush
Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
