The dress is white
Daisies climb her chest
Material bursts from her waist
The bow at her back
White, tied tight
Like a ghost
She stares at her reflection
And she remembers
The dress was cleaner then
The creases were in the right place
A girl, barely eight years old
With a round smiling face
She's bigger than her friends
But she doesn't know
Mirrors pass by painlessly
All she sees is her pretty new dress
No tears have fallen from her eyes
No marks adorn her wrist
Her mouth knows no other movement
Than that happy smile
The world is darker than it was then
Her smile seems sadder somehow
The dress is white
Has she at last found purity?
So much taller than she was then
So surprised this dress fits again
Unseen tears roll down her cheeks
But she doesn't know
If she's crying for the girl she has become
Or the girl who bought this dress six years ago
