On the one hand, a ring, and on the left, she’s bare

She’s caught beneath her ribs and under her hair

It’s being the outcast in the in-crowd,

Her voice is soft, her thoughts loud,

The left lives in the city, and her right, in the mountain

Excited to grow old, but still searching for the Fountain

Spent endless nights with Netflix on the couch

And countless days chasing dreams

She’s been caught reading books on the treadmill

And lifting the sheets where there’s nothing between

On clenching her fist and stopping someone else’s

On being real while grasping onto optimism

Reflections of myself, in one journal, two

For the demon in me and the angel, too

Looking from the outside in, and being the subject

So many secrets, but so social, so public

She’s a Gemini with a June birthday

Her eye on the prize, and her eye on you

A kiss in the dark, a glance in the light

Thief by day, a lover by night

These reflections of her, piece by piece

Seen in this mirror, I swear it, they’re me.

Published by Chloe Kennison

I'm Chloe! Fitness enthusiast, Earth baby, and student of the Universe. I think we're here to sing in the shower and feel it all. I'm not a spiritual guru or anything yet, but I'm a trainee - like the rest of us. Cheers!

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