Soulless Mirror

"Soulless Mirror"


Months ago—

my desk, we moved as part of a bigger project—

books, so many memories gone—

into a corner where I must face myself, face myself, face myself, facing up to all my imperfections, all my self-loathing as I surf the many pages of carnality, my tattoos my only shied against the pale reflection of a flabby, hairy body—

sold in bagfuls to used book stores, if they would take them, some no doubt will make their way into the hands of readers while others collect dust and rot unopened like eggs not cooled or warmed—

when I write, I must first conquer the glimmer in my eyes, the lust for acceptance, the horror of loneliness, and the desire for love, only then can I begin, pounding keys and creating worlds one memory at a time—

the void is the human mind, I must conquer—

the terror of reflection—

today.