a girl blows out a candle
and the darkness envelopes
silhouettes pressing in corners
comes rushing in, cursing, hissing,
screeching

this girl sees herself in the mirror
cropped hair, bare neck
brown eyes, full lips
and she screams in frustration
not at herself
but at the world which bustles around her

ceaseless, ruthless, a consistency of paradox
as greed shapes in form of monetary crosses
and twisted women urge less for best
until skin melts away to bone
and bodies transmitted into test scores

this insignificant girl
fights her battle day after day
and weeps the joy out from her veins
she has learned to blow out the candle
and to realize she is nothing in the world
nothing,
nothing but her image of self love