by Charlette Magdalena Marrero (2021, First Generation)
There's a beauty to the falling apart
When the mirror glances at me, my ashen
undereyes, blackened lashes, tired gaze
Can't take my eyes off
I can't look away, because who is that person?
When did they get there? And why do I feel like
I've known them forever?
That's not me, I just live with them. We spend a
lot of time together, that must be it. But that’s
My poisonous features, stricken. Striking me.
Slowly, I morf
Chewed down so that I am bite sized digestible
I am the only one choking.