A mirror’s gaze is a difficult thing to hold…
It is a window to my inner world... a dive off of a cliff... there is that first step… there is little control over the rest.
… self loathing flows here…
If those witnesses to my inner carnage offer comfort… if they move to be closer… it seems they have missed who I really am. The language I have used has failed me.
Viewing these reflections through my eye, I wonder how long they could endure what stares back.