they've been staring at me all day
something's caught their eyes
a little different
a little unusual, perhaps?
i blink back (slowly)
lower my gaze floorwards
still feel theirs on me
glance up just in time to catch them.
so now i'm scared to go into the bathroom
in case i spot a giant streak
of mascara on my browbone
or a smear of breakfast yoghurt in my hair
(wouldn't be the first time) -
the mirror would never let me live it down.
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