She Who Laughs, a poem written by Anshika Sharma at Spillwords.com

She Who Laughs

She Who Laughs

written by: Anshika Sharma

 

I’m stuck with
A Medusa in the mirror.
She laughs
In her imperfect skin,
Widely spread
As cracked porcelain.
Her stoned red stare
At my wavering ways,
Her unabashed hair
Like fire, they
Rise to consume me.
And I know,
Like a snake, one day,
She would
Enter my body
Through the crevices
Sitting behind my eyes
She would speak
For me.

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