Perception-Apprehension-Touch~

Perception 

When the mirror mocks your tears 
it's like shards cutting flesh   
a self harm fix 
without the spilling of blood 
just a depletion of confidence 

Apprehension 

The door locks me in 
I am escaping soon 
and the ground outside 
will tremble under my nervous feet 
I hope my legs are strong enough 

Touch 

I felt you shiver along my spine 
it was like butterflies 
kissing me back to life 
like honesty breathing into my pores 
and tasting vanilla