by MAGDALENE (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 
not me. 
My venom 
My poisonous features, stricken. Striking me. 
Slowly, I morf 
Chewed down so that I am bite sized digestible
I am the only one choking.