Can you see it in my eyes? In my smile?
I see you, behind the mirror, my other self, my best self. You are smiling back at me. You are pleased.
Did the blood on my hands soothe you? Did you enjoy, like I did, the slicing feel of the knife? How it sinks into flesh like into over-ripe fruit? I didn’t expect it to feel so soft, so yielding, so willing. Even with the screams, it just slid in and in, the skin acquiescing, understanding, what the owner of the skin could not.
Did you enjoy that too?
Do you think it shows? I’ve washed off the blood. I’ve cleaned every inch of my trembling, ecstatic body. So I’ve cleaned you too.
Have I done enough? You must tell me. Not just grin back at me, like a happy puppy at its master. For I know you are the master, I do know that, but right now, right now I feel so free we could almost be equals.
Still, I crave your approbation, your agreement, your approval. Did I do enough? Did it last long enough? All those hours of torture, was it a good blessing for you? Did it prove I am not just the man outside the mirror, that I am the man within it, part of you?
Are we one?
Oh, but how glorious that would be! And if you’d speak, not just reflect my mortal form, show yourself to me more fully, so we can truly merge.
I can hear you though, in my head your chatter, you always talk. Telling me, more blood, more death. And the more I shed, the closer we will get, till you will finally be freed from the mirror to merge with me.
I’m your willing pupil. I’m your best friend. Can you see it? Can you see?
Then I will show you, I will prove it, again and again. Whatever it takes.
Until you see it. Until you see me.
(c ) Helen M Valentina 2019