Mirrors closing in/it’s only me I am alone Sat before Two angled mirrors Bland Tall The room is cold and dark And out the windows No stars And the wooden floor Creaks beneath My crossed legs So far So good In trousers Of linen Some mud On the hems On the shoes On the hands...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
