Poem — For Her, With Love

   Photo credit – Z photography 

 

She looked into the mirror, and saw a pretty girl hiding beneath beard stubble;

Her heart ached with longing for things she could never have,

Except at the expense of a bottle.

           An injection.

A chemical to evoke change, and make her become

What she already was –

A glorious butterfly.

 

With love, and laughter, and a great deal of pain –

And a general fucked-upness;

She became strength,

She became power,

She became who she was.

 

Beauty beyond all others, none can compare –

 

At least, that’s what I tell her,

When she looks in the mirror.

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Carly Zee is friend and lover to all things magic and fantastical, and when she’s not on stage, she writes poetry and erotica.