The reflection in the mirror
returns me a known and tired smile,
the dried-up hair barely catching the light,
and those brown eyes sinking like holes in the ground.
Who could love that face?
With its bland features,
its coarse skin and bent nose.
A pyrrhic beard and that weak chin.
And what about those arms, huh?
Long and thin like church candles,
but with no flare.
Not much of a chest either,
there are gravestones with more bulk,
and people are far happier to see them too.
But above all it's the barrenness that scares me,
the sinkholes run deep and the candles cold,
and the gravestones go down to the foundations of the world.
The reflection in the mirror returns me.
Nothing
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 12:19 AM UTC
The reflection in the mirror
returns me a known and tired smile,
the dried-up hair barely catching the light,
and those brown eyes sinking like holes in the ground.
Who could love that face?
With its bland features,
its coarse skin and bent nose.
A pyrrhic beard and that weak chin.
And what about those arms, huh?
Long and thin like church candles,
but with no flare.
Not much of a chest either,
there are gravestones with more bulk,
and people are far happier to see them too.
But above all it's the barrenness that scares me,
the sinkholes run deep and the candles cold,
and the gravestones go down to the foundations of the world.
The reflection in the mirror returns me.
Nothing
