Sometimes it’s not enough, sometimes it’s flooding

sometimes it’s never there. Never there when I need it

when I have bred it, kneaded it to perfection

I did it. I made that perfection

the reflection of a copy though. Exquisite mirroring.

The way it glistened. The way it passed through my soul.

Foul thing it is though. Betrayal. Plagiarism.

all things of the same mannerisms.

but hey girl’s got to live.

Published by Ashitha Jayaprakash