OLIVIA CHAN | CREATIVES
she stared into the mirror
face raw and bare;
if you stopped and stared
she was ordinary, fair
but-
the way her eyes slanted upwards naturally
and the way her nose stood tall organically
the way her lips sat plump easily
kept crowds in awe at the local menagerie.
she hated the dimensions defined by her face-
the enclosure was small
and she just wanted more
than crowds spilling out from above
dropping
treats as ‘love’.
she peered into the mirror
determined to fit in with the others
but now the others try the same old tricks
like some sick form of love,
trying to copy from above.