Slow suffocation in front of the mirror

staring into her reflection
she sits pondering
the imperfections of life
as she slowly drowns
in long dead dreams
& forgotten moments
of bruised & battered love

she knows every wrinkle
on her face
has a poem
buried deep within it
& each weary morning
she covers all the cracks
with cheap make-up
so the world
wont hear her scream

Author's Note

This poem has been abandoned.

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