Mirrors, her eyes reflected not my heart, 
Which twitched and turned and bounced,
And skittered across the tension of their polished gaze.
Elasticity, opaque, a thousand yard stare
With reasons strung to match;
Sentimentality skittered away and drifted, inexorably
To the center of her webbed intent,
She would not have it so, but wished herself elsewhere,
And I, a little sustenance along the way.
© Greg Richards

4 thoughts on “Mirrors

    • Thanks ^^ Was trying to capture that spooky feeling spiders create when you see them scurrying across thee floor – skittered just about capsulates it I think – part of a process outlined by Freud in a short essay “Uncanny” – something that is at once frightening, yet familiar.

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