Poem: One Last Look

I saw my reflection in the mirror

When I tried to look behind it

I got in my way

I noticed a strand of hair, slightly out of place

I noticed the pimple that formed on my face

I tried again, I thought I had heard something-

But I was enraptured, instead,

By my teeth’s subtle amber shade 

And my facial hair, overdue for a shave

I had known something was wrong,

Next thing I knew I was lying on the floor

And as I drew my last breath,

I was happy

I couldn’t see my flaws anymore

 - Julie Picasso

This poem is the first I've ever really tried to do. It's not very nuanced but I think it's neat. I'm experimenting with different forms of writing at the moment. Thanks for following my blog. Stay tuned.