I can’t help but bitterly contort my face as she passes me by. Luminous threads of golden hug her shoulders. her spine poised as a pole. I imagine her facial features are giddy with glee at their harminous sculpture.

I scrunch my fist and tighten my jaw as i reajust myself accordingly. Her radiant scent announces her approach, and I follow her gaze in desperation. I flutter my overly pampered lashes and pucker my lips, but the scent becomes bitter. my existence doesn’t even create a spark in her mind.

My coarse nails scathe my skin as I clench deeper, drawing out deep crimson that matches my chipped polish. I pull out my beaten pocket mirror and reluctantly stare myself in the eye, a tear dropping from it.