That beautiful reflection
In that beautiful mirror
Is not mine
Those cinnamon sugar lips
Are not mine
And the fishnet patterns
On my thighs
Tattered heels
And misplaced time
Are not mine
But
The chipped polish on Egypt fingers
Running mascara and bloodshot liner
That Gatsby rose in the country side diner
Is mine
The horror in the reflection
In that horrified mirror
Is mine
The whore in the reflection
The whore in that mirror
Is me
Divine
©venomocity
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