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Mirror

︎︎︎ Parisa Torkaman
︎ Aug 26, 2025
unrecognisable, long neck, geisha mouth, black dots for eyes, condensation, as heart shaped breath, ugly, aryan pale, but reflected like a swan, like protruding, anamorphic, ribcage, toothpaste gagging, wanting life, begging into the toothbrush, kill me, to my room, out there the world is flooding, the flood, is reaching the window sill, but it won’t come in. the ribbons tied holding up my head, velvet which means i am a prostitute, forest, the guided frame, violet light only, stealing time is holy, mirror mirror on the wall, turn this bruise into glitter eye shadow, you said i look better, when you saw me in the mirror your pupils dilated like you had the halo of the Madonna.
















Parisa Torkaman lives and writes in Paris, France. 

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