I walked among the beautiful and they walked by. I looked into their eyes but they looked away. Invisible I was to them, invisible I felt. Unsure of my existence, I walked up to a mirror and saw myself in my reflection. Beautiful on the glass and beautiful in my mind. I smirked at their naivety, they must all be blind. Mirrors don't lie. Or do they? I put a mirror to the mirror and saw myself reflected in my reflection. Saw myself as they see me. I was ugly after all.
I sleep like a fetus under the covers. Curled like a fern frond, hiding away from the light and the fear. I uncurl in the warmth of your embrace and sleep in the stillness of a dreamless night. I mesmerize you with the rhythm of my breaths and the murmur of my beating heart. Morning brought the lambent light, blinding me and breaking the trance. I feel your absence next to me, like phantom wings of a fallen angel. I curl again, kiss my knees. Brood upon a distant memory where darkness lulled me in waters deep. The lungs remember how to breathe and the heart remembers how to forget.