Glaring– The daily Post 1

I look in the mirror at a distant reflection

and from the glass, Nothing looks back at me

“Remember the days you used to be free?

Remember the days before you knew me?”

 

A fist curls, replacing where my hand used to be.

Lifting up, I thrust it at Nothing

Glass flies, threatening and glaring until Nothing is no more

With the illusion shattered, I can finally be me.

 

The Daily Post response: Glaring