Rid these monsters of reflection.
Mirrors are vomiting
bleach blonde
bitches.
Pretty, vapid
chlorine
burns evidence of authenticity.
Keep their unsightly roots away!
I have grown my garden of
validity
over years of exiguous soil. Chemicals
will kill me.
Lost? Indeed! On every climate,
heads over porcelain, hoping
to
heave in that enamel gloss,
they export
beauty with unique finger tips;
to be a reflection
of another one,
somewhere!
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