23

I have so much of me on film, I don’t remember my life before this morning—

I never thought I would wake up, 23.

A cynic in a fairy tale

and scared shitless, too.

“Pretty girl.”

(You should see my fingernail smile on film) I close my eyes and I could

dive into another life and still feel that pulse;

swim through another birth canal and still hate my heart,

making the same mistakes over and over.

I am so bored with my youth, said every narcissist ever,

staring into their reflections,

drowning.

© Alexandra Jema

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