Status: This is a verse novel. Warning: Involves abuse.

Invisible

Photographs and fingernails

I tear the photo
from the mirror,
my fingernails scratching
at the reflective screen,
inching underneath the
paper
and wrenching.

the photo
rips in half,
each side unequal.

ragged edges
and
broken face

I rip the other half
off too
and rush out of the toilets,
shoving the photo in the
closest bin.

And then, find
myself in
front of a
familiar
face.