ever afters

given the chance,

i quietly

privately wonder

i stand naked

peering into the mirror

as if it will give

answers

i blankly stare back

not knowing what's next

and i catch a sinister shadow

beneath my eyes

that some say it reveals

the darkness of my soul

i don't question,

i'd like it if they actually knew

tomorrow, i quietly think to myself

in the mirror

tomorrow, yet i really know

Reflections are always pure

at best

dangerous at worst

and cautious somewhere in between

if given the chance i do not know

but i'll definitely wonder

in the meantime i'll search for something else

to bide my time by all their standards

and i'll create playgrounds out

of air - like you do creations of love, pain, and ever-after