I was peeking through my book
To see if she was there
She was on the floor
Curled in a ball
Her silky brown hair
In front of her face
From her hairline down
Turned to white shining feathers
Including her smooth skin
Her mouth and nose
Were squished to form
An orange black beak
Her slim neck thinned
Even smaller than before
Her arms were folded together
And when she spread them
It became elegant wings
She was wearing no shoes
For she had shrank
Too small to fit any clothing
Her small feet turned even smaller
Into dark brown webbed feet
I didn’t hear it
But I knew she was screaming
At the sight of her reflection
She turned and flew into her free world
Oliver, Between the lines, Delilah
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