Thursday, April 4, 2013

Laid bare

I look at the mirror
and I look back at me
and the glass seems,
not so much to reflect,
as to uncover--
it lays bare
the faults of my soul in faultless detail:
eyes glint with gluttonous greed
brows furrow with ferocious ambition
nostrils flare with enduring fury
lips purse in perpetual irritation
teeth brace with built-up embitterment
skin as blemished as the soul--
who could call me beautiful?

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