Stained-Glass Girl

She snipped the shots of profiles,

Affixing shards of glossy skin

To the palest paper

And smoothed out the sheen.

Her eyes were filled with color and altered shape

And her eyes ached: with the weight

She caught from the mirror's face.

She held her image to the window

So the light glowed across her skin.

Flawless shades and petalled lines

Like cathedral glass

And salvation beyond the light.

She closed her eyes

And she was pretty.

The End

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