I see her
with bags under her eyes
and a frown
trying to be hidden
I can see her
and I can feel it
she's hurting
crying
screaming
even when there are
no tears
nor whimpers
she's exhausted
and I can see her
I can see her
in this full-length mirror
not bright like the sun
not clear like a pond
instead
full of bruises
and emptiness

// H a n n a h B a k e r © dbrodriguez ; 2017