Don’t look at me.

Don’t look at me.

Because you won’t see me.

You’ll see what you want to see.


You’ll see a man.

A monster.

A flame guttering or all-consuming.


A mirror shining brightly.

Or a shadowy reflection.

Or nothing at all.


For that is what I am.

And what you the reader are.

And what humanity is.


A shadow.

A flame.

A mirror dark and troubled.