mentions of rape.
She looks at the mirror,
which had once portrayed her as beautiful,
and sees that it now betrays her.
Her scars consume her.
this one,
for standing up for a little boy
another,
for swearing in class
here, the round, red one,
for helping the others with their work
the long one there,
for being lookout
and the pink gash here, not yet healed,
for telling him no.
She needn't have bothered.
The gemini didn't take
no
for an answer anyway
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Where is the boy, the one who caught me as I began to fall?
He's gone, she whispers to herself
He's gone and he isn't coming back.
I was too ugly and blemished for him
I have none of the beauty I once possessed,
of the grace I now sorely lack
Trapped, she thinks,
And she's never getting out
Her skin holds her tight
His arms hold her tighter still.
A prisoner of her own accord.
Would it not be easier to just
…just, what?
just disappear
and the word escape rolls off her tongue easily,
tastes like something sweet.
Tempts her, beguiles her, enchants her.
But her destroyed reflection in the mirror won't let her go.