The Jabberwock

sweet child
I see you snowman in the sunlight
frayed t-shirt
sweat-dotted brow
the pebbles & stones of your expression recede to a gentle frown

precious gemini
gentle voice attached to my eardrum
I must have lent you my old eyes
For I know how you want to see the story end;
maiden married
righting of wrongs
salve to the wound of ages

docile neighbor
roommate, lover,
these stories made of matchsticks
ignite flash fires in souls & burn out
my inflammable story is as follows;

& we all suffer the same blows apply the same remedies & they keeps their teeth
& the boy bites, though he shouldn’t have, & though his stomach was full
the boy bites & gets muzzled
& I am not his fangs, & I am not his midnight howl, I am an aching pit in the yard the boy throws his battered skeleton into

& I remain open, as no one has yet covered me in.

“When I Look In The Mirror is a villanelle style poem that reflects my own thoughts sometimes based on how I feel, and it can probably be related to other girls or women, or just anyone that is struggling with their identity and their fears of the outside world and how people perceive them. But, in reality, we should just be ourselves without worrying about what others think.”