I struggle against myself
folding and unfolding within my
skin
fighting my knuckles
kneading frantically against my
own bones.

fleeing from the reflection, inside
out.
harsh, harsher
underneath the lights,
and in my echoey head.

skin,  invisibly splitting with concern
swollen with responsibility
quivering against attack.

wet, rounded eyes-
sharp, sad, and big.
my face exploding in
the lines.
worry, hesitance, caution.

age old forehead.
teenage ankles.
baby soul.
Infant heart