Silver walls
a house of mirrors
fingers gripped
on your chipped
china sink

the tile is cold
and I can't find my shoes
from
last night

Where were you when
I hit the wall
and fell into cascading
black?

my knuckles
white and my
chest, heaving
and when I look into
the mirror
my cheeks are
stained, ebony
and rouge

Why can't I hold on?