flick the lights on, breaths
coming harsh against the night,
artificial fog with life. flick the lights on,
tiles staring back; eyes. Eyes everywhere,
eyes watching.

I meet my own eyes in the mirror. Blank
and just barely containing their own sea & fog,
and suddenly I understand; because I am
not used to seeing this fear, vulnerable
and obvious. The kind that washes through
my chest, a tidal wave, taking all
confidence & arrogance with it, leaving
you sole with the reminder
of how infinitely
breakable
we are.