Mirror

Frankly madam,

I don’t recognize

that drained beast

heaving grief soaked breaths

into the mirror.

Cant you see her?

Was I the only one

now to witness the pain

flit across my bloody ears?

She twitches and

stutters,

looks through your eyes

down to your mouth

and into your throat.

She knows you then

and stays there

because she had no other home

to hide in,

no cave dark and safe enough

to thrust her naked body into

and sigh relief.

Shes everywhere now,

whispering across the faces

of my fellow elders

who have seen hell,

mirror,

mirror,

all over you wander,

and I weep