Skin DeepA Poem by SMcIlhonSkin Deep
She holds the cold glass to her face and its condensation kisses her cheeks reminding her she’s still alive. She wonders into the vanity mirror but is met with a cold stare strong enough to break glass or hearts or souls.
She’s beautiful but only in one sense of the word. Her outward impressions of soft skin and ocean-blue eyes match not the dark inside her. Her beautiful blonde hair hugs her neck like a little boy holds his mother. Her glass is half full but void of possibilities.
The TV remains on in the background serving no genuine purpose. The vanity is littered with an array of half-empty pill bottles and loads of mascara. She looks deep into the vanity mirror, searching, wondering where everything went. It’s almost as if she never blinks. © 2011 SMcIlhon |
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Added on October 4, 2011 Last Updated on October 4, 2011 |