"palatable"

Clouds descend above the water

and I lie there,

still,

wholly myself.

The girl within me,

the one who lies upon the bridge

differs from the image they see,

the reflection is warped

and maybe more palatable.

This version of me

who sits in silence

and feels every particle of air

has grown silenced

by the part of me that knows

she will never escape,

the part of me

who knows what they can do.