Just

keep

walking.

No time for worrying. No time for thoughts. Only you and those cracks; crystal clear on the pavement a shattered mirror a pathway divided a place you’re not.

Just

keep

going.

Does the stinging in your lungs excite you?

Does the fact that

you.

never.

show.

your.

face.

mean something?

The only way I know you have one—

the droplets along the cracks,

the eyes in the mirror,

sobbing

and fading.

Not yet gone,

grey, diminished,

tarnished shine

scratched exterior.

Are you still you in your eyes?

If you even class them eyes anymore?

A blankness in the face

A drained complexion.

Raise your head from the cracks,

fix the mirror,

align the pathways.

You’ll find me waiting.