The façade in the mirror
Was full of
Self-
Loathing
Self she hated
Herself she hated
On herself she saw
The marks of her want
How vacant
Her eyes looked,
How her fingers yearned
To touch his stomach,
Run her hands through
His hair
Again
A need she hungered
For she hungered
So for she hungered
And was not
Satisfied.
The façade in the mirror
Seldom
Lied.
