Catoptrophobe

Posted on October 8, 2012

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Catoptrophobe

 

I look at him and spit.  “Useless.”  A beaten sign of things passed.

Nothing on his face speaks of greatness.

There’s no indication he was a titan of his day.

To me, he’s just some ugly old man.

But for some reason, I can’t stop staring.

 

The stranger stares back.  Unblinking.  Thinks I’m foolish.

Something’s unsettling about the way he’s looking at me.

He moves real close.  Dark, angry eyes now confront me.

I’m uncomfortable and want to look away.

But I for some reason, I just can’t stop staring.

 

I really hate what’s in mirrors.

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