The Wolves We All Can See Murder of Angels by Caitlin Kiernan
In the mirror
They find me
These doubts
With snapping teeth
Rumbling growls
That rattle my reflection
Until I am fracturing before my eyes
Caving into myself
I want to run away
But they would never let me escape
Nipping at my heels
These impressions
I became a girl
That I never wanted to be
It was easy to sleep the role on
For it kept them away
These doubts
Sitting in the corner, laughing
Knowing the costume from reality
For I look at myself in the mirror
See the false smile scribbled across my face
A first grade attempt at art with its own gallery opening
So I have to be me
Peel away all these words
All these expectations
Look in the mirror
Understand my doubts
Accepting my flaws
And slipping on the reflection
Of the girl I am meant to be
Poetic Trials 