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I am growing in the worst way

Not like flowers

or love

More like brown ivy creeping

up the wall of a

shattered house

My nose grows round,

eyes askew,

lashes split,

brows unruly,

jawline straight

I am growing in the worst way

Every wall of my bedroom becomes

strangely reflective

Reminding me of every

bitter contour

of my shadow

Until I can only walk straight in the dark