Day: Jul 29, 2022

I steer clear of the mirror,

I don’t want to know what they see.

Nothing good ever comes from my pride,

It’s my Achille’s heel.

Low whispers slide through the door,

But I squeeze my ears shut.

I would rather suffer in silence,

No need to escape this rut.

Heavy hands knock on the windows.

They want to set me free.

They’re going to learn the truth soon –

My beauty’s a hangman’s tree.

-Jackie