Reflecting on the time in a mirror made of granite
She pulls at her skin, trying to catch the worms
A shelf of binding, twisting in the dust
Waiting for an owl, a professor lost in time
The mass candle in her window
A burning rose blossoms from its wick
Temptation bleeding out her teeth
Her wedding gown tied around her neck
With a band tugging on her tongue
Her mother's body in the closet
She steals her polished shoes
Scratching at the granite mirror
Bleeding from the knuckles
Warping her imperfections
Painting on a smile.
She leaves for her big day.
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