Broken Reflections

she looks tired,
the girl in the mirror
those lines around her eyes
show the overuse
the lines of her body
like a frayed violin
playing at a deceptive
ease, a false beauty
i don’t recognize her
or remember the years
when the music was sweet,
this shell polished shiny
sometimes, she breathes in
so very deep
that her ribs stick out to the sky,
it feels exhausting
pretending, inhaling
to fit into a case
that has nit fit ; 
less than, less than, less than
it feels nearly like nothing
except for the moment
when her eyes flicker
with recognition

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