THREE A.M.

sunken tired eyes

close and focus like

a broken camera lens

the mirror speaks

a different language

in the dead of night

when you are faced

with your own face

a face that

is not your own

staring back

boring into your soul

and the sudden jolt

when you recognize

that you are recognized

by eyes that don’t quite

feel like your own.

 

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