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As the whiff of the wind touches my skin 

And the lamination of the moon caresses my eyes 

I begin to weep in the memory of the person who used to live in my body but perished 

That girl, tender of age, in her head rumbled a countless thoughts darker than every shade of black and her aspiration to meet the reaper grew deeper 

It haunts me, the frigid look on her face, of everyday that she wakes 

The faint sound of her tears like waterfalls could be heard, if anyone came closer to her door

It haunts me, frightful things she did with absence of people in the room 

I weep 

The recollection of memories of that sinless juvenile condemning herself from society as though she is a virus in the community through no fault of her own 

If the sand of time defied gravity 

I would gently tell her a story about this woman looking at her fragmented reflection with bleeding hands who battled the demons that chewed away her soul and claimed all the segments that made her whole 

The reflection of this woman may by distort with cracks and shrapnels widespread across the floor 

She is better than she’s ever been before 

Radiating self-love, enfolding herself with prosperity, divinity, and elation 

She acknowledged her self-worth

She mastered the act of silencing the deafening stygian thoughts 

Sadness is no longer her foe rather a friend with all other emotions 

I want to express to this little girl 

The abundance of blessings coming her way

Will make her abandon her nay ways

And she will be that glorious lass staring at back at her reflection 

I want to praise this little girl for withstanding a burdensome load 

That was heavy for her age 

I want to tell her

“Honey I’m so proud of you for braving through the storms that swept people away to meet the angels above. 

Honey you dauntlessly fought and made me who I am today, a fierce, divine woman. I’m thankful for you everyday”

I would wipe her tears with my bloody hands

Go back through the fractured mirror and look at her 

Wave her goodbye as she stares at her reflection 

Wondering why...