A wound I mistook for healed
Opened itself last night
I slipped and spiraled
In my skin
And I remembered what it was like
To be fourteen again
And miserable with every glance
In the mirror
—
Oh teenage girl,
I wish I could love you
Into healing
I long to soothe you
Into breathing
For now,
I keep you shut
In the back of a dusty drawer
One day,
I‘ll learn to love you