self image

Words like razors
slit tenuous threads of esteem

bleeding out
self- confidence
and the impish glint
behind hazel Irish eyes

as the face in the mirror
distorts into ugly

Timid hangs on a limb
until Moxie ignites
flames into fearless
chins up in full-muscle
swings across the chasm of insult
flips a middle-finger at her abuser

Yet his words
fueling inferiority
plain lazy worthless
simmer below her thin skin

waiting

for a trickle of self-doubt
to percolate
through the Maybelline mask

© Susan Parker
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