Bathroom Sinks After School

When I look in the mirror
and my reflection smiles back
cracks in the corner inch closer
to the center

I tell her today a boy touched me
so I punched him in the chest
for a moment all my dried up tears
are a mere memory

until I peel my clothes from my skin
and my reflection turns away

I wish I could punch her in the face

I’m beautiful I almost breathe
but even she thinks at thirteen
there’s something wrong with me

silly I know but my body is barely
even an extension of me
just a false image for the world to see

maybe ten years from now
I’ll look in the mirror and my
reflection will smile back
and no part of the mirror will crack

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