The Girl in the Mirror

[Lydish]

Dear china-girl, 
I met you in an alleyway 
when your despondency soaked the sheets,
salted the air.
The scent sprawled out like a painting
“draw me like one of your french girls”
except for the fact that I could see
the hills rolling down your body.
At least cover yourself in sheets.
Disgusting;
I left and
never looked back.
You are the mirror I cracked
when I showered
until my skin blistered
and the hair splintered from my scalp.
I abandoned you.
But you were reborn
into my shadow. 
Is this your revenge?
China-girl let go.