She froze near the bottom of the stairs
Startled by the form
In the window beside the front door.
Some other worldly wraith-white and shaved-stared,
Nothing to break the pale but the dark nipples against her milky skin.
The tiny breasts lifted and fell with her breathing.
Below a dark mane, button eyes sewn onto a doll’s face
Searched for something that wasn’t there.
Her lean legs wavy, her flat stomach nothing but a creamy smudge,
Her face, nondescript from here.
She looked away from the reflection.
It wasn’t her at all.