reflections

The one on my laptop screen 

stares me back blankly 

Dead eyes, pale face

Who is her that I cannot recognise

Walk through pavements

down on cobblestone

Dressed in best dress

and lip shade to match yours

Who is her that looks like some actress

Flesh blood and bleached skin

Torn apart over and over

Scars apart with full coverage

Under eye, under skin

At work 

At hospital 

At beaches and marketplace 

Always the dead eyes to stare back into

Always the brittle nails if you look closely.