I am a translucent image.
No blood, no nerves,
Only visage.
Seen through glass
Tainted by reflections
That obscure me.
Through windows
With frames
That omit
The mazes
Of their gazes.
I am in the proof:
Blood that pours
From the wound
Of my erasure,
The mental cage
Of their frames
In my nerves.
I am invisible.
Not because I’m not there,
But because I am too much to see.
“There seems to be less and less of you,” my dear friend and mentor Kathy said one morning as we walked into church, her smile
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