Post by elementsofme on Feb 5, 2017 16:47:36 GMT -5
It stares at me,
From it's glass cage,
Eyes like copper penneys,
Brimming with curiosity
And disgust.
I move and it follows,
mimicking the fluterring of eyelashes,
the rise and fall of chest,
And the trembling of fingers,
Our eyes close.
It still follows,
Each and every breath identical to my own,
I sense it there always,
Through the darkness.
He,
She,
It.
How to decide it's category.
Is it as alien to itself,
As my reflection is to me?
From it's glass cage,
Eyes like copper penneys,
Brimming with curiosity
And disgust.
I move and it follows,
mimicking the fluterring of eyelashes,
the rise and fall of chest,
And the trembling of fingers,
Our eyes close.
It still follows,
Each and every breath identical to my own,
I sense it there always,
Through the darkness.
He,
She,
It.
How to decide it's category.
Is it as alien to itself,
As my reflection is to me?