Will you look in the mirror for me?
I avoid the shattered shards,
Though I often catch myself in bloody, jagged corners,
My remembered horrors grosser and meaner—
But I do not mind when you see me:
I glimpse myself, briefly, in the crease of your smile;
So, I ask again:
Will you look in the mirror for me?
Recommedation: Nona the Ninth by Tamysn Muir