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.