Mirror

whenever i look at the mirror,
my tears spill down to my feet

do my eyes have the spark
of girl in your dream?
do my lips look worth kissing?
does my hair feel smooth –
enough to tickle you?
do my hands have the warmth
to calm you down?
do i look worth tasting?

whenever i look at the mirror,
my tears spill down to my feet,
and it scalds my whole damn body.

© Sanna Wren

Image via Pinterest (credit goes to the respective artist)

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