The author made a request to remain anonymous.
Sweat drenched the back of my blouse
Trickling down the back of my spine
The heat was unbearable
Yet there I sat, still as a statue
Looking at my reflection
Infinite thoughts drifted through my mind
Who was that?, I asked
How? Why?
The uneven brows
The semi crooked nose
Stretch marks all over
Lips gnarled menacingly
Shoulders slumped in defeat
I turned away, (repulsed)
A moment more and I would not
Be able to tame the fire inside of me
Yes, the air was hot and humid
Yet it could not begin
To match the raging inferno
That resides within me
When will I be able to accept?
When will I?
Will I?
THE CLANDESTINE 