Every evening I face the mirror glass,
With the moonlight cut thin,
To see a stranger wearing my face,
Who lets himself back in...
He tilts his head when I look away,
Like he heard what I never said.
Keeps his eyes on the bedroom door,
Keeps his eyes in my head.
He knows the names I buried,
He knows the lie I keep,
His mouth begins to curl before
The room falls fast asleep.
Stranger with my face!
Smiling like he won the case!
I break the mirror into razor-sharp rain,
But by morning it is whole again!
He watches from the silver frame,
He signs his name across my shame,
I close my eyes, but he remains!
Stranger with my face!
I sweep the shards beneath the sink -
Still, every piece reflects his grin.
As if the glass was never lost.
I wearily wrap my hand in cloth...
At breakfast, there he is again,
Watching where I stand,
A little scar across his cheek
That I never put there by hand.
He’s digging through my locked safe,
He reads the notes I burn,
He smiles because he knows for sure,
He will return...
Stranger with my face!
Smiling like he won the case!
I break the mirror into razor-sharp rain,
But by morning it is whole again!
He watches from the silver frame,
He signs his name across my shame,
I close my eyes, but he remains!
Stranger with my face!
Last night I did not look at him,
Although I did not wink,
But in the dark behind the mirror
I heard the bathroom sink.
A quiet laugh, a turning key,
A hand against the pane,
He mouths the secret back to me,
Then wears my face again!
Stranger with my face!
Standing in my private place!
I break the mirror, break the frame -
By morning it is whole again!
He keeps an eye on everything,
He knows the secrets underneath!
I turn away, he follows me!
Stranger with my face!
Every evening, the mirror breaks.
Silver sharp pieces fall.
Every morning I wake
He waits, he calls.
He calls me back to the mirror,
My Stranger with my face...
(c)VonRaven, 2026.
Свидетельство о публикации №535207 от 11 сентября 2026 года
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