I See You Looking at Me
I see you looking at me. I see you envying me.
Where night is day for me in fluorescent display
in my Plexi-Glass box.
I love you looking at me. I love you envying me.
Where these coppery curls and pumpkin-colored ribbon
are all that remain of me
in my Plexi-Glass box.
In my Plexi-Glass box. I love being pretty. I love being me.
Where my curls have been washed, the bloody roots cut away.
Where my screams have faded, no echo remains.
Beauty is all my remains.
"Untitled #5" by Gloria Vanderbilt, 2000 |
