Written by: E. N. Igma

She searches for herself
in the eyes of her lovers
becoming what she thinks she sees.     
She was not taught that being is something she is -

not bought, sold, or mimicked;

and roams this life
empty and aching
searching for the price tag
of a moment’s peace

when the mask can rest.

The mirror is unkind
and will not touch her
and she wonders