First published in the Warning Lines Magazine~
Your voice echoes,
locked inside the mirror,
and I stand there staring
at the silver reflecting my body
reflecting the pain of your wounding words.
I leave the camera flash on,
wait for the click
and I exhale the breath
trapped behind my gritted teeth.
Come tomorrow I will twirl a brush
between my bitten-nail fingers
and paint a portrait of everything I am
and everything I am not.
You played me like a game of cards
made only for your time-passing pleasure
and I will remain the ace of hearts
but I will not remain yours.