Still an unpublished poet.: -)
Look in the mirror.
That is not you.
You are not your reflection.
There is the exterior,
...
My heart, muted by sadness,
has strings attached to my nape.
My head droops.
My tears drop.
...
Young and curious, she was told about
wisdom.
They told her that
wisdom
...
stop writing about love.
almost everything has been said about love.
now write about steel cabinets.
...