Smudge Mark

I stand, a ghost,
Trapped in your mirror.
I see your room,
Where you are bare.
You step to me,
And glare through me,
Like I’m your mask.
You fix your hair,
But you can’t see
The haunt of me.
I feel you breathe,
And fog my glass with warmth
As you draw a heart on me.

You’re unaware,
Come break me, please,
Out of here,
How long must I stay?

Til tonight,
Your eyes look different now.
You grip, then fling,
Across your room.
I feel the strike
Your mascara hits the floor,
A crack that stings through me,
A faint fracture of veins grow from me like webs
Your whisper echoes
A metallic taste.

You look at me
As your fingers trace.
I see you’ve been here too.

You set me down,
And wipe my blood.
I absorb your light
Your shadow
Covers me
You hang me back up
Put back your mask
Then float away.

Still, I feel…

But tonight,
I feel like more.
But tonight,
I feel like more.
But tonight,
I feel like more.
But tonight,
I feel like more.