I am looking at you through a window. I can see you clearly through the glass and it feels like youre staring back. you look right into my eyes and push the glass forward. It molds with your touch and I recognize that glass shouldnt form this way. You move your hands through it slowly like wet cement. It makes me feel uneasy. Something isnt right with the nature of my surroundings. Its like a bad dream. You stand back. The glass goes back to normal and you wipe it down. I sit back in a soft chair behind me and notice that you still stare through. You begin to push again and I stand up. I feel nauseous. This time the glass cracks. My surroundings are stable. Everything is right. You push harder and break it. You dont fall through, I wont let you. I look to the ground as it starts to snow and see that shiny piece of glass that fits in my hand just right. Examining it, I see that the other side has a silvery finish. Its a one way mirror. You seemed to be staring at yourself all along.
YOU ARE READING
The Skeleton With a Crown
PoesiaA poem book with all of my kx poems. Some sad, some old, but hey arent we all?
