Naila Bensaifi
Contributor
I bathe myself in perfume
So my presence whispers to people's ears
I want to happen for a brief moment and vanish
As if they have all laid eyes on the most beautiful ghost
I speak to my hair
Demand for it to behave
I deconstruct my face
Assemble it up into improvement
| look at mirrors too often
A reminder of what scratches people's eyes
I look deeply into her pupils to see what she will do
Is she satisfied yet?
