Mirror

The ceiling is white

as you lie on floor.

The mirror is black.

So I can’t feel you.

I can’t see you.

In the rising tide

changing of the colors

flowing the inside.

In the glance of the mirror.

Can’t you be?

The wounds you thought you despise

these painted hidden words…

Don’t you recognize?

So I can almost feel you…

That’s our bleached skin scars

the reason that made me shiver

you opened your eyes in the lighting truth ,

smile and whisper…

I can see you.