Mirror

HeyWhy do you have wrinkles?They stretch down,fold your smile…close your eyes…when you smileCan’t look up without that fold between your eyes.You don’t want it anymore?You don’t feel sensual and sexualWhat if like him they go from obsession to indifference?You were pretty once. Now… when you look in the mirror,your face stretches downWhen you look inContinue reading “Mirror”

A Mile in Your Shoes

I’d scrutinize addicts confess their relapses,my face passive while I judged them silently,self-righteously thinking,“Oh! What a great tragedy drugs are! How could they bear the devastation of addiction, the humiliation of relapse,the fall from grace”I would never be like them I was sure. Yesterday I was stuck in bed,stuck in a mental loop of tortureContinue reading “A Mile in Your Shoes”

Man on the mirror

The man on the mirror stares,eyes dead,gnarled feet disappearing below.Pain kisses the blood flowing,his cracked lips cinematic under his watch. The man on the mirror stares,his crown shining and grey.Caving under the weight of empty dreams,broken futures. The man on the mirror stares,his body a masterpiece of struggle,his hands a testament of hustleA body builtContinue reading “Man on the mirror”