Wordless Vision
Everything happened too fast,
I couldn’t think,
I put the kitchen knife down
on the bathroom sink,
I felt the anguish in my stomach,
right at the very pit,
what I’ve done was so unbelievable,
I was hopelessly disarmed by it,
and the wordless vision
of my reflection in the mirror
had only a subtle change of expression,
I was the one with the depression,
uneasiness filled the air,
and my reflection stood there,
waiting, debating, watching my fear,
his face was tranquil,
without a trace of care,
knowing that he could see,
what I see,
his large eyes reflecting on me,
lips still, until,
until I moved them,
my guilt covered the reflecting glass
like steam,
and in my mind I hear the scream,
the shrieking voice would stream,
it would go on endlessly, it seemed,
and then,
I grabbed the knife again,
and there was no cause
for my slightest pause,
I turned off the light,
so my reflection wouldn’t put up a fight.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio