Reflection: a fragment

You think: there is something ugly inside me
You think: something so ugly
no one who saw it could ever love me
A need so great it feels like a black hole
unfillable
unfixable
unstoppable.

You keep it hidden. When you see it reflected in others,
you point
You laugh
You stay on the good side of the line
You stay clean, and pretty.
You try to kill the ugly thing.


It doesn't die.