Poetry

but in the moment when my sight lingers to the glass doors behind them, i see nothing but disgust. in my double chin, in my unthreaded...

her jaw line is prominent, her smile a perfect ten, her nose not too little or too bent. her eyes shine but not the way I’m used to; her...

i fumble to find belly roles or skin darkening, maybe even a pimple or just a hair out of place but in vain. what stares back at me is a...