The mirror sees you.
It notices the scars that crease your face like constellations. It pays attention to your sunken eyes and dark outlines that sink into the pink. Stretch marks that stain the deepest blue around your curves. And scarlet nestle of spots that huddle around your leg.
It tells you to smile more often because your sadness leaks. In your mind, you fence the floodgates of your past; yet it finds it’s way through. Combines itself with shades of black that you love wearing; gushes out and dresses itself in nostalgia.
This is a guest post by Shweta Aggarwal from Sikkim, India.