I stop; look back.
Hand over my eyes to block the
manic light,
and I see
salt pillars.
They glower, vaguely
outlined with my own face.
I’ve peeled their chalky skins for years.
And I try
not to catch their eyes –
Midas, Medusa,
basilisk, Balor.
It’s a fix.
I’m ripped off and stacked up and left out here.
A new me moves forward,
and I’m frozen in the reflection.
What will she be
after the last peel;
just salt?
shrinks arent cheap 
Effing awesome.
You are.