The Perfect Mirror

It’s so clear.

I see myself so vividly,

peering back as if he’s just as absorbed as I am.

The vision is warped

bending around the sphere, and yet

it seems

Clearer. Brighter. True.

Other reflections are mere imitations

Showing less than what they see

but this shows more.

Like a painting of someone the artist loves,

distorted, but truer than life.

The sight is breathtaking:

Shining white around the edges, like a halo

inward, a brilliant blue ocean filled with waves

and in the center, an island of darkness too deep to fathom.

Over all of it, is me.

The truest picture of me that I have ever seen.

It sees beyond the dark, stained clothes and marked skin

and shows only my face;

Grinning like a fool

with wide eyes like a child on Christmas,

my flaws and blemishes hidden on the shimmering globe.

Perfect.

I really should thank Jason

for letting me have his eye.

It really is

the perfect mirror

and no matter how loudly he screams,

I’m not giving it back.