Nothing to Her

07 April 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/04/07/nothing-to-her/

For three months I gazed at my own reflection
embodied in a hollow girl, who I hoped could heal.
She did not. But at least I preserved enough dignity
to flee when she turned sour. There's nothing to her,
just vague, shimmering echoes of those she would like to control.