his mirror

his mirror                                    June 22, 2016
and then there was echo
who wasted away
and was forgotten
for no one would listen
to the woman who loved
this is why i told no one
about the one
who did not stop
when i said STOP
who sat on me until i was limp,
because who would listen
to echo?
the irony that he writes to me
at midnight to ask me
the word for a man
who hears only his own words
is not lost on me
for the most self-devoted
are the least self-aware.
all that time with his mirror
but he still cannot see his own sneer.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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