little girl blue in a house of tea kettles strewn across the mantel
they sputtered and shrieked
while she whispered soft promises into the sheets but had fists
that had been bitten by her teeth
as she choked back all the things she used to call
perfect
she wanted to fly into the sun
she was a moth caught in a web that she could fight out of
but her eyes saw the flickering of a bulb and it blinded her
she thought the was the best it could ever be
she has tied her ankles into the darkest spot of her mind
while trying to reach out to the brightest place in her heart
maybe she could run so fast that every mistake she's ever made
will blur into every memory that's ever made her feel beautiful
so she can laugh at herself and think she's beaten death
maybe one day when she mumbles how this is not real, she'll wake up
she'll find that she's five years old again
and that she's home
and she'll no longer be afraid of the mirror
she'll have the strenght to say
no