The Texture of Oil

A Poem by Erica Wilkinson

My reflection:

A thin greasy face and terrified mouth

Rings from glass to eye.

The flickering bulb conditions my wide eyes

To blink, stunned.

Auburn hair hangs. Limply

Framing my bony cheeks,

Textured with oil and flesh.

I am not beautiful yet

He loves me.

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Added on February 19, 2012
Last Updated on February 20, 2012

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