“When I opened my eyes, I saw that my body was no longer mine, but …”
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When I opened my eyes
I saw a body that was no longer mine
But the flesh of my hands
The corners of my mouth
Were the ones I knew most intimately
In the bathroom, with bleached lights and
Alightly smudged mirror above the sinks
A girl, long black hair, and almond eyes
Stares back at me
Her eyebrows are bunched
Anger written on her face
Scoffing at the pathetic sight
She demands what went wrong
For her hands are the hands of a pianist
Elegant and graceful
Dancing across piano keys, a porcelain ballerina
My hands are uneven, rough
Scarred off-white, my own doing
They no longer knew how to dance
But how to break, to slash, to hurt