beauty – 水

Corset

Her Body Sinks into the mould she carefully created, Eyes darting to each imperfection That the mirror reflects – Interwoven into each eyelet, The lace threads through elegantly, Like a snake charmed by exotic melodies; Her delicate hands grasp each end, Ready to pull And pull And suffocate.

A New Face

After a long day she stands in front of the mirror, Tugging at the shroud on her face. Her hands pull at the thin veil, Slowly revealing another pair of eyes, A smaller mouth and a wider nose. She struggles as she washes the mask away, But she breathes as her skin now breathes AndContinue reading “A New Face”