reflection

I don’t break any more

I just bend

I just bruise

I don’t need your strength

your hands

I’ve got my own

so don’t feed me another excuse

I no longer just swallow them down

because the eyes that stare back at me in the mirror

are still mine

but now there’s a woman inside

time is no longer just a commodity

it’s a luxury

and darling I no longer dare

wasting mine.

 

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