painted black,
my face a faint smear of light,
reflection caught on glass.
Outside, the world yawns open,
thick with nothing,
a darkness that seeps in
through the edges of the light.
I meet my own eyes
set in a stranger’s face
But he only stares back
silent,
his mouth still.
painted black,
my face a faint smear of light,
reflection caught on glass.
Outside, the world yawns open,
thick with nothing,
a darkness that seeps in
through the edges of the light.
I meet my own eyes
set in a stranger’s face
But he only stares back
silent,
his mouth still.