When you have already discovered that you are different and the mirror is just another mask. You look at strangers under the grey world, their sense of aponia; to fathom how they hold everything in or if they have anything that needs to be held, if you could
offer it to them, with a pastel notion - a braid of aura from the crack in the woods.
Louise Mather is a writer and poet from Northern England. You can find her on Twitter @lm2020uk and her work/upcoming work in Fly on the Wall Press, Streetcake Magazine, The Cabinet of Heed, Versification, Crow & Cross Keys and Idle Ink. She is currently writing about places, rituals and endometriosis.