I can only apologise for my absence, I’ve been really busy lately, as well as being in the claws of writer’s block. But I managed to kick it long enough to write this, so.. yay, I guess!
This is for anyone who looks in the mirror and doesn’t recognise the person they see. You’re not the only one, and things will work out. Stay strong. I hope you enjoy 🙂
The girl that stares at me from the mirror is a stranger. She gazes at me, her eyes unforgiving, accusing. They search my face, and I know that I may as well be naked, because it wouldn’t make any difference to her. She knows everything, she sees everything. But she is a happy, carefree stranger, a body I have possessed, a pretty shell that I hide in. Sometimes she smiles at me, sometimes she glares, sometimes she maintains no expression. And sometimes, we look the same. Scales appear on her face, her fingers reduce, her tail grows, her wings flap, she screams fire, and her claws appear, sharp, deadly, capable of causing an unfathomable amount of pain. And then I blink and she’s back, a stranger, looking into my soul.