Rather than a mirror, she preferred to see her reflection in a window pane.
Ghostly and ephemeral, seen but never touched, to appear but not remain.
Winking in and out from the shadows flashing past the windows of a train.
Then she could escape the years of disappointment and relieve the strain
Of parental disapproval, that endless critical refrain.
Feeling insubstantial, in a way difficult to explain.
She felt burdened and frustrated, but never would complain.
Many think her pretty, but you couldn't call her vain.
In fact, she imagined herself to be quite plain,
Unworthy and unwanted, merely a stain
On the tablecloth, less than a grain
Of sand. So, she tried to cleanse her brain
With a late night walk in the rain.
She felt her existence drain,
Collapsing in the lane.
Will to live did wane;
An end to pain
And disdain.
Insane?
Slain.
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Wow that is some brilliantly clever work. Such emotion brought with every word and the same rhyme throughout just creates more levels of hurt... 💚💔💚😢
@naaviie Thank you, dear! I'm glad it didn't come off too contrived. A very different style and approach for me, sort of writing outside in. I guess I'd best do something cheerful next! 😘
@MrsS @DarkLioness Thank for the RPs! Sorry to sadden you, though. View it as a cautionary tale, and keep it real! 💪
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