House of Mirrors

(editors note: written in third person for a sick fiend friend)


walls. mirrored

separating real from chaff

duplicating projections

locked in with monsters

no doors or windows

Is he me or am I him

it felt right

now gross reflections

bouncing to infinity.


what was right was left

and terribly wrong

a mad scramble each day

love wasn’t how he promised

my seething hate satisfied by his kindness

was fake like his whole being

am I fake or real


now I understand the truth

had it in my grasp

let it slip away

for this

for this?

hell times ten thousand


trapped without escape.


C. M.aybe I knew him all along

hindsight 20/20

he offered me hope

lost alone I fell into his trap

realitybites honeypot

he loves me, but who am I

nobody and nothing with him.


S.o M.y hopes and dreams

happiness was

T.otally A.nd permanently disabled

mirrors lied to me

wrong was right

lies were truth

he did love me. Or not?

I only saw a reflection.


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