Despite the shineI blacken my behindto enable reflection I’m not the internetyet – a storehouseof veritable information your myriad formsand secretslocked insideI stay preparedto reflect allwho face mefrom the frontor just glide Why am I afraidof being stabbed in the back?a human may wantto delete the unpalatableunable to digestdifferencesbetween fact and fable -such are human … Continue reading Mirrors
Mirrors
