Early Morning Light
The scars aren't pretty
but they are hers
she awakes in the morning
to the mirror
reflecting
a face of disrepair
the birds don’t sing
but a thousand voices in her head
scream
she bites her lip
and
as the sun rises
soft light reveals the tidy mess
But she isn't dark at all
the world is just too bright
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