Mimesis

People cannot see me anymore
through the shimmering words that pollute the streets
all pouring out of your doors and chimney
and seeping into the carpet.
I can see you inside before your fire
warming up to the fuel of everything you pulled from my lungs
and served up on canvas to the world.
I see you every single day
breaking down sidewalks and carving up streets,
forcing me to walk home on the rooftops:
and I know that you can see me too,
every time your eye wanders on glass for a fraction of infinity.
Yes, I am the dust that haunts your shadow
the fingers you feel when shame flits across your face,
so no wonder you try to poison me out
by playing games with my words
and writing holes into who I was but now
I am immune to the dark ink you spilled on me,
because how could you spoil me more than this?
But I assure you that you cannot hide from me
for I am as chained to you as you are to me
and no matter how much you let the silver tarnish
I am still in the mirror.
Let's talk.