Eclipsed Poem by Brian Rihlmann
Eclipsed
Sometimes my gaze
merges with yours
and my mirror image
is eclipsed
by your smiling banality,
pockmarked and dead
like the moon's surface.
I cringe
at my reflection then,
perceiving it
through the weighted scales
of squinting cataract eyes.
And hammer the glass
until my face is shattered
and knuckle bones bleed.
A pile of shards
beneath your dancing feet
slicing your soles
to ribbons.
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