I stand here in gilded glory,
and I watch you,
while you’re looking
into me – horrified.
I see you,
every last inch of you.
I watch you waste your time
wasting away,
so I serve you.
I feed your vile words back
into your hungry mouth,
and I stare – transfixed.
I see you,
savour the taste
I watch as you suck
on your self-hatred.
Your dull eyes
finally light up,
your cheeks flush
as you gag back your loathing.
I see you,
while you stand before me,
barely skimming the surface.
I watch you walk away, turning
your back to me
before I can show you
what everyone else sees
when they see you.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Wow! There are those who would not care to see how they are reflected in another’s eyes. Powerful writing.
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Thank you, Bob.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole poems with strength.
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This is going to seem so weird, but this poem felt a bit like someone getting a blow-job from someone they didn’t really like.
(it’s late here, and I’m very tired…feel free to disregard my bizarre response)
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Whoa!!! Yes, I could see that. Ouch.
I was imaging what my mirror would have said to me years ago.
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Oh that puts a TOTALLY different light on it! WOW! *giggling*
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Heeeheeeheee ❤
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