stretching feet forward until they find themselves
following are less traveled feet
instead however nothing this round was found
digging at
in
and around her reflection
with wanting lashes she attempts to ask
and grasps at her flesh for deeper, for more
with clenched toes the early she turns on her heel
not to agree
she points at the statue
stiff and solid is it's state of beauty
and with this fat ugly no she darts shards of doubt
duck
duck
you must know she chose to say goose
sickly skin, an unfavorable face
you are the goose
a mere shadow in the breast of day
she picks apart the young puzzle
parting pieces in her many pockets
she swings the story closed
but through a peep hole a small ear saves
the reflections secret truth
that their sins are shared
and she is only masked,
and she is only mortal