perfection

the wish

to be

somebody else

to be

almost atoms

different

a mirror keeps our conversation

under polished disquiet,

scarcely a stare is depreciated

mostly cleaved, kept and re-murdered

how many cuts

fill the entire view?

eyesores and all

laze me, a copy in

flawless curve, i am

separated but hurt and worse

how many blemishes

make a person so filled

with rain? so filled with

damage

accepts each visit my

unfriended silver, that

judgemental sliver gapes,

twist like a daffodil’s

neck

discard my layers

to be like you

perfect