When She Felt

When she felt

Ugly,

The past refracted

From roses

Seeking respite,

In still swallowed

Pain,

Missed reflections,

Passed onto the

Prettier ones,

Livid bottles drained,

Burned on the face

Living to hide

Weaker shades

Of resemblance

To the chosen laughing

Away

Curtains loosening to

Ash frames…

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