Autopsy of Someone I Used To Know

Autopsy of someone I used to know Im staring at the figure of someone I have forgotten to know She wears her hair down And her wide eyes stare at mine. She looks a lot like me, she has the same grimace, the same gaze. Even our facial expressions are the exact same. But there’s something different about this woman staring at me, her smile only escapes occasionally. The light within her doesn’t shine bright anymore. It’s like the more she gives away, the more she begins to fade. Captivated am I, how she can remain so calm, so selfless. In the face of such dismay. She tries to hide her pain with what’s left of her smile. Her laughter covers the darkness that lingers in her mind. The dark brusies hidden so carefully under her sweatshirt show her strength, and her ability to move on to another day. Underneath the bruises lies a beautiful, small framed body. Blood flows within her bones, and freckles trace from the tip of her nose down to her toes. She’s beautiful in her own way, You wouldn’t have any idea That she had any troubles or pain. I look back at the girl and I realize she’s not standing there anymore. All that’s left of her is a reflection in the mirror, she’s gone; disappeared.