mirror, mirror

she’s the prettiest girl at the party
and she can prove it with a solid right hook -
- line and sinker, you’ll try to out drink her
and she’ll just smile
red lips complete with perfect white teeth and
the next thing you know, you’re beneath her.
she’ll smile that same smile and
you’ll notice the turmoil of dark gods in her eyes:
a thin-veiled disguise for the fragile girl

who will go home,

take off
her leather jacket
and her mask,
sit on
the bathroom floor,
try to forget the past
because at present,
the magic mirror on the wall
says she’s far from the
prettiest of them all.
she can’t bear to look
so she practices her right hook
hey batter, swing

s h a t t e r .

with bloody knuckles,
she picks up the pieces
so that she can glue them
back together
as somebody better.