“Diamond and Black” by A.J. Huffman

The mirror is touching me.
I can feel it.
The cool contamination
of its eyes
traveling my skin.
It wants to recreate my image.
To complete the hollow message.
I was designed for it
to understand.
Now, backward,
I see myself.
Like a cage.
I am beautiful
               ly forgotten.
By the world
that ate my mind.