You look at your face in the mirror
Recognizing yourself
But something is missing
You study the arch of your brow
The curve of your lips
The cut of your cheeks
But it isn't there
It feels like a piece of you has been lost
But looking in the mirror, it is not evident
It is quiet, silent.
It breathes within you and yet remains inexistent
It leaves a deep pit of worry in your chest
That you cannot name.
It breathes
It bleeds
It bruises
Where is it?
Where are you?
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Chelsi Robichaud is a 22 year old English student studying and residing in Ottawa, Ontario. She has been published in several magazines, including: Transition, The Perch, The Commonline Journal, The Copperfield Review, and Mythic Circle.
