TRAPPED IN REFLECTION

TRAPPED IN REFLECTION

Mirror mirror a hotel for spirits inside your glass

rooms stacked on rooms stacked on rooms

corridors folding into themselves

whispers trapped in the corners

faces that never sleep

hands pressed against the panes

their fingers cold and endless

they trace the shape of my eyes

I see myself in pieces

each fragment waiting for a door to open

I do not knock I only watch

the shadows in the lobby bow

and the elevator hums with no one inside

I pass the reception of echoes

they hand me keys that vanish

and I walk to my own reflection

and sleep with strangers in my own skin

I wash you down with holy water

still your spirits trapped roam inside

like maggots crawling on my skin.