"if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow..."
Tiny poem for the weekly prompt on the fear of mirrors (Eisoptrophobia) and the love of mirrors (catoptrophilia)
Visibility is a difficult thing to negotiate when one is gender non-conforming, so here is a poem taking a crack at explaining why what looks back at me in a mirror matters so much to me.
For "reflection". Sorry it came out late! Hope you like it. X
Side note: May stress some viewers out with the content as it does talk on a subject that may be sensitive to viewers. Know your limits :)
Mirror mirror, on the wall please don't tell me who's the fairest of us all, Mirror mirror, tell me what you see in me,
What is it that you tell us about Beauty?
That it lies in the figure or face so pretty?
A poem about a girl and her reflection.
(But which one is the reflection here? )
I wish that I was made of clay. I would make myself look just like her,
Tiny poem for the weekly prompt on the fear of mirrors (Eisoptrophobia) and the love of mirrors (catoptrophilia)
Visibility is a difficult thing to negotiate when one is gender non-conforming, so here is a poem taking a crack at explaining why what looks back at me in a mirror matters so much to me.
For "reflection". Sorry it came out late! Hope you like it. X
Side note: May stress some viewers out with the content as it does talk on a subject that may be sensitive to viewers. Know your limits :)
Mirror mirror, on the wall please don't tell me who's the fairest of us all, Mirror mirror, tell me what you see in me,
What is it that you tell us about Beauty?
That it lies in the figure or face so pretty?
A poem about a girl and her reflection.
(But which one is the reflection here? )
I wish that I was made of clay. I would make myself look just like her,