pink butterfly clips, rings, beads and flowers

i look inside the bedroom mirror on my luteal phase and think -
i really see myself

i choose to no longer be afraid
of my reflection anymore
i see the child of me

not reflecting
but in the corner of my minds eye
tucked right under the mirrors edge

a glossy 4 by 6
of me at 3 -
eyes closed
mouth open
mind somewhere in space
all adorned in costume jewellery

i wonder what she's imagining?
something safe i think
emblazoned with pink butterflies

when i glance back to me
i am still her
but my wings broke free

we have the same minds eye
only my rings now aren't a costume
and i cradle the core of her cocoon