By Natalya Malarczuk

 Her gold encrusted eyelids glisten
Underneath the buoyant neon lights

The cool tile floor, her colors unveil
Muffled basslines pound against her skull
Legs melting, she spills to the ground

Vertigo kick in, she spins
Pulling herself up, she finds a stranger in the mirror
Staring back at her, she is no longer alone
Vanity: what a sweet companion

I am a sophomore at SUNY New Paltz studying Theatre & Creative Writing. I write about love and social justice. Follow me on Twitter (nxtxlya) or Instagram (trashtalya).