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J.C. Scheff

My Reflection

His love for me was perverse. 

Perverse in a sense that I was left feeling inverted and wet like a receipt in a parking lot puddle.

It was anything but solidifying.
Leaving me unsettled like the foundation of a burnt church in Gatlinburg.

His love for me came with conditions.
Conditions I tried, but could never meet.
Like a one legged horse trying to pull a cart three times his weight.

His love for me, was anything but…L.O.V.E.
It was a final I could never pass.
Cologne I could never smell.
Frosting on a fork I that would never touch my lips.
A dress that would never fit.
So, I left it there on the mannequin in the store window.
And walked away.

Taking with it….
My reflection.
My nurturing heart.
My ambition.


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