Staring into a Mirror
Have you ever found yourself staring into a mirror for
If you do it for long enough, you may find that a
disturbing pounding comes
It chants: Who are you who are you who are you?
Lock eyes with the image in the mirror.
You will be struck with terror and pleasure,
familiarity and strangeness.
The longer you stare the deeper you fall into an
abyss of compelling mystery.
What is this presence you touch?
Imagine now that you reach into the mirror and
take hold of this presence.
You place it in your palm.
It radiates light and quivers with energy.
It has a name – your name – family and friends
and an autobiography to tell.
It is the essence of your existence, the perfume of your soul.
Imagine now that someone comes along
and with one deft motion,
Pries open your fist
that light from your palm.
You are witness to its theft and vandalization.
Then, the destruction complete,
back in your palm is placed a colorless,
You are told to close your hand upon this
metallic grey air
and pretend that nothing happened.
You stare down at your palm.
You stare into the mirror once more.
You see nothing:
it is empty
it is hollow
it is dead.
This is rape.