The Moya View
It’s the exact opposite of herself she sees,the cast away light she can’t cast away.the ugly reality that lives in her unrealitya reverse Narcissus drowning in her reflection.The things she hates are all there- and also all the things she loves.All she has to do is look awayand it will vanish from her sight.Yet, she doesn’t hate herself enough not to look at the laughing lie, the reflections of herself she loves to hateand correct with a surgical tuck and nip— or a painted on mask, a weary sigh in the mirror that says maybe,just maybe, it all doesn’t really matter in the end if her life is sideways.
Wow this creates a deep reflection in more ways than one! In essence, the ugliness she wishes to leave behind she can’t because perception of sight is more appealing than the heart. Literally, eyes are the windows to the soul.
Well observed. Thanks and appreciate the comment.
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