was mutilated
by its own reflection
stained
by an imperfection
that rested
not upon skin
but within flesh
twisted with calamity
with indecision
and conformity
but now
my beauty
has unveiled its face
and shows itself
shameless
blameless
making a declaration
of i dare you
o, stained mirror
stained
with the rot of time
i dare you
to try and reflect me
not as i truly am
but as who you
would have me be
but
shame on her for daring?
no
shame on me for falling
if
i should waver and stall
