Where the Mirror Forgets My Name
I press my knuckles into my hair, not to fix it, but
mirror selfie
The Warmth Behind the Mirror
The city hums outside, but here the air is still. I lift
Pink Light in the Glass: A Gaze That Stays
The bathroom mirror holds my reflection like a secret I finally dare
The Glass That Kept My Warmth Safe
I stood before the mirror the way one stands before a frozen
The Bloom I Wore to Forget the Rain
I remember the afternoon the city rained so hard it blurred every
