Ugly

Friday night

while everyone was out,

she sat in front

of her sequined, pink

vanity mirror

staring at the

scars and lesions

on her face.

She picked at each angry red dot

with her manicured fingers

feeling frustration

and strain in the lines of her

forehead

she frowned as she remembered

the girls who called her ugly

while the boys passed by her–

as if she was invisible.

She took a flower and pulled out its petals

“ugly, not ugly”

she repeated and repeated

in a frenzy

and

the petals of a hundred flowers

were soon strewn all over the

floor.

The sequins on the vanity’s frame

glared

while

her image in the

crystal clear mirror

mocked her.

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