Flashtober, 2026

Mirror

A season together, and she was my mirror. My friend and my darling. My confidante and muse.

It’s hard to know who will sink their teeth into more of you.

Jeans,

haircuts,

and makeup,       become        essence,

   sameness,

      and want.

Sometimes you know all along.

And I become afraid, which is worse than you deserve. And you become angry which is more than I bargained for. It’s all ripped up into jagged, messy parts.

And when we finally, finally break away… you tell me what’s left. Do I only love you because I love myself?

Is it all just reflection?