Sunburnt skin, I’m on fire. Dripping in the sweat of my old self. Always chasing after something to sink into rather than facing the smashed mirror, shattered out of anger, I was aiming for myself.
Thunder clap of glass, startling blow to my right cheek. I think to myself- straight teeth, fuller smile. Crystallizing bright white, everyone loves a fake happy, right? I search for the sticky ruby red, but soon realize that plastic can’t bleed.