When I Look In The Mirror
When I look in the mirror,
I no longer recognize the person staring back.
Her childlike wonder had been replaced by something more volatile.
She could feel it growing inside her,
threatening to set her ablaze.
Her skin cracked beneath the pressure,
and she could no longer repress the fire.
She felt herself transform.
She had shed her skin,
her white gown for scales,
her halo for horns.
She was hideous.
And she was
on fire.
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