Face

I see my face in cafes

In car windows

Strung up upon the wall

Regarding life successful.

I see my face in lakes

In puddles

And in ladies tears.

I see my face I children’s eyes

And I’m dying.

My eyes are wincing and I’m singing my escape.

I see my heart behind bars

In run down restaurants

And on lonely avenues.

I see my face, a picture,

Torn and tattered on burning walls.

The flames lick at my cheekbones.

I’m Joan of arc

I’m kindling

I’m all the things you’re not.

I’m all the things I wish I wasn’t.

I dream of October.

I dream of dying nature.

"It’s not dying, it’s being reborn;

The moment of conception"

I’m the natural contraception.

You step away

And I see my face mourning in your shadow.

Your heels click my name

In icy corridors

And the echoes ring aloud

For days to come

Ridiculing the past which is my nightmare.

I see my face in church

The first time I went there

I died there.

I see my face in condensation

But the drips wash it away

And I’m left

A teary blur

Inked across the

Glass.

I see my face in public toilets

Saggy eyed

A cracked mirage.

If only I could see your face

One last time

But every man is me

And every woman

My foe.

I stand beneath the doorframe

With planted mistletoe

Waiting for you to return

So you have no excuse

So you take my hand

And tell me you love me.

But all I see is I

Reflecting in the kitchen window

Double the distance away.

I see the calluses.

I see the teardrops.

I hear them hit the floor.

Reviews

[The Wave]

Such a unique writing style...
You were able to keep my attention from beginning till end.
Overall, it has great flow and imagery... I could almost hear the teardrops fall myself. An interesting perspective..
Good job

[Emily B]

wow! this is gorgeous . . . the rhythm and grace of your words dragged me down the page, beautiful stuff

[Kate]

FECK! i honestly swear on my life, you write the most beautiful things i have ever read. non bias. this is really, really, nice. so sad and beautiful. i love you.