House of Mirrors

A leopard moving through
A house of glass.
A beautiful goddess surrounded by heat
Watching him pass.
Underneath everything
A bright pain.
She knows there are no answers – only beginnings.
He brings her shells, stones and oddly colored leaves
She packs and wraps them
Into many shapes.
She keeps rewriting her life.
Did you like me better as Snow White or Jezebel?
He is casual about preferences.
He moves through
The house of mirrors.
Is he indifferent?
She studies her face.
Tomorrow is already sleeping
Behind her eyes.
They both know the trick is
How long they can keep it going.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.
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