Poetry archive from the mental hospital

My reflection in your eyes makes you hideous

It's a blushing night painted with the threat of rain 
Again I glance over to her and am caught

The strangers mountainous limbs and hideous stature allude to an involuntary sinless trip with a fruitless destination

I want to bury my burning brain in him and escape the strangers judging stabs

I run and the mirror chases. His pupils take on its reflective form. Like a static swamp of my frothing image.

It warps his windows and his face never sells again. Such beauty disrupted by dissonance.