A reflection. A mirrored image
projected at me. Following suit.
Reach back as you reach back.
Fill in the gaps with titillation.
Pull back and reassess.
This isn’t real life, it’s just a test.
I can mirror the space that you share
spread about the words that I care.
A reflection of reality.
No space here for morality,
leave at the door your loyalty
become a casualty
Karen Hayward © 2015.