she wore mirrors around her neck
choking in their reflections gawked
staring at her they stare through her

she walked in smiles and glares, a ghost

unseen her being onward redeemed
in the knowing of her invisibility

all anyone really seeks is themselves

in a pingback of someone else

so she wore mirrors to remind her
it wasn’t her, it was them
projecting a familiar reality

around her tender skin

that was all too aware
of the lack of touch
the coldness of not
existing in the eyes
of her observers

merely a moving vanity for the vain

~ Emily C.