My halo is somehow still holding on

Long ago, I spray-painted it black

So others wouldn’t see that

It’s detachable, removable


That it could be washed away at

The gust of the wind

When the memories are deleted

I clip it back on, scrub it clean


And pretend nothing’s changed

But no door was ever truly crossed

I still remain on this side of the mirror

Forever incapable of crossing to the


Clearer, brighter, shinier

Other side


My alter ego refuses to break eye contact

Determined as she is to see my life through

I avert my gaze


Notice how my dress is black as coal

While hers shimmers gold?


See my scars

Where her skin is perfectly smooth and brilliant?


Static disturbes my frame

Hers gleems piercing



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