Writer of poetry and fiction
She sat across the full-length mirror on the wall, remembering how she used to avoid mirrors when she was younger. One glance at…
Never will I touch the parting of your thighs
And dare to break the blackened slates of fate
One inch closer and…
Far too young and pretty
To get caught up in that fishnet!
Those fine, black lines
Age your face.
How dismal of you!
The children want you to play.