I turn on the cold water, I want the ice to burn.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Anything to make me forget to look up,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n anything to not be disappointed again.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Focus on the cold water.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Do not look up.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It burns.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I look.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The mirror is still there.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My reflection is still staring back at me.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s still my face. It\u2019s still my body.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n When did I turn the warm water on?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I stare into her eyes;\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n there are specks of gold in the green I never noticed before,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n her hair has grown longer.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She looks happier than when we last met.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My hands are pruning.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She smiles back at me.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I turn off the water and take one last look at myself.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My reflection thinks I\u2019m beautiful and I\u2019m starting\u00a0to\u00a0also.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Jess Norris I turn on the cold water, I want the ice to burn.\u00a0 Anything to make me forget to look up,\u00a0 anything to not be disappointed again.\u00a0 \u00a0 Focus on the cold water.\u00a0 Do not look up.\u00a0 It burns.\u00a0 I look.\u00a0 The mirror is still there.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 My reflection is still staring back at… <\/p>\n