Reflection

I am a reflection upon you

My father was not a glass creator

So why am I staring through you

A minor, marrow, mirror

I see she wears a stain like pride repellent

Like a bullet vest strapped to the under developed chest

She stands naked before me

All scars, imperfections, even worries that burn into her almond skin like 3^rd degree

Her reflection is arms reach

You stand before me like another man’s trash

Clashed so often all that is left is ash and debris

Her pitch black eyes like a bottomless abyss

Lighting complements her body frame

“you are transparent”

She repeated after me

Slave prone

I watch as she dance to rhythm of defeat, demands

And very rarely her own heart thumbing beats