looking at her reflection in the glass
she would drape a sheet
(over the glass)
if she had one to spare
in it
(in the glass)
she paints the face
that she allows you to see
still imperfect
just a little less
scarred
just a little less
is what she would prefer to be
she would like to disappear
if she could
she would
disappear
it's true
that she hides behind
a heavy bang that often sits too long across her eye
she sighs
someday i will grow my wings
she
thinks
to
herself
for a moment she remembers
how someone once told her
that she is an angel
flying too low
she does not laugh
it wouldn't be the first time
that
she
fell
down
she's knows that she
is too heavy
to fly
if she could
she would bang her fist
through the glass
if she could
she would scream
but she remains
still
nobody knows
the shadow that walks beside her
nobody knows
the sunken treasure in her chest
she takes a breath
she speaks
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