She refused to look me in the eyes.
ashamed.
ashamed at her own weakness.
Fluttering about me
my hair
my makeup
my clothes
Her words came in harsh whispers.
Short commands but no apologies and no advice.
Enter the little one.
The spitting image of my younger self.
She knows.
This is her fate as well.
She always knows. And her youth protects her for now.. but I know the truth.
And so does she.
And there's something in her gaze.
Her fix-ed stare.
Is it confusion?
Rage?
Saddness?
no.
It's compassion.
She feels it.
She knows my fear.
I can't let her know it truly until her time comes.
I look at my reflection for the first time- I really look.
And I harden myself.
My heart is as cold as ever.
My eyes die.
I embrace the revulsion.
And now
I meet her eyes once more.
And she does not recognize me.
So small. She knows too much.
And it won't be long before she will know everything.
And I'll be there for her
ashamed.
ashamed at my own weakness.
fluttering about her...
her hair
her makeup
her clothes
And my words will come out in harsh whispers.
Short commands with no apologies and no advice.
She will know the one truth of our world:
anything can be purchased.
