I can't look at the face in the mirror
because it looks so much like him
but I guess that's how it's supposed to be
since we're identical twins
I keep the mirrors covered
I keep the windows locked
and cherry pressed her bloody hands
to the window, to break the glass
I drew the hairs on her head
teal, but I should have made them red
oh darling, cherry, don't break that glass
you don't know this, but I'm already dead
you'll open the window, and then you'll see
the mirrors that line my walls
you'll pull down the curtains
the covers and see
nothing
because there's no one in the room
I'm not there, on the other side
of the window
I'm not there behind the glass
I'm not hidden in the halls
you won't find me by a door
I'm not outside the walls
I am nothing
I am no one
but a face in the mirror
I hope that I can't see
because when I look in the mirror
I can't see me
YOU ARE READING
BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
