silent dares slow engraved exchanges the primitive evolution of rage only the fittest will survive hostility now has a spot at the table there are no more place settings the silver is set out perfect a spoon, casts an oblong reflection now, even the utensils see there is nothing left of self respect only the silver distorted version of who I don't know, it is not me
strange little pieces I swallow them over and over when no one is watching jagged little shards cutting away at my insides beauty she cries night and day she has no idea that I’m killing her I want her to stay beauty is almost gone the last parts, tiny odd slivers are hidden away, in the bottom of my closet vague, sharp and bitter no longer beauty
the path of least resistance it's the only way to success real images jump and regress nothing takes a shape or focus the fall and crash of glass a precious mirror reflects what matters beauty is unaware images move slower and unclear flashes of my father in a mirror in this corner the heavyweight contender my husband, my beloved, beauty's keeper time merges and flickers closer
the path of least resistance it's the only way to success