[February 13th, 2014]
Today I fainted, collarbones.
I was shouted at by him
and was told that I was stupid
for chasing an unattainable ‘image’,
but it’s not an image, collarbones.
It’s the future.
And I would do it again,
for the image in the mirror to disappear
into the remnants of my mind,
where it’s transformed into a memory,
a hidden memento,
as I look at a reflection that’s half its size.
YOU ARE READING
collarbones
Teen FictionIt's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
