Narcissus
No
one
but you
can reach me
out here in the world.
Only you, untouchable one.
You read my thoughts, I read yours. Separated, we weep.
Your eyes follow mine, sealed behind glass - I've broken the mirror, look, I bloodied my fist.
You're still there but multiplied, your mouth in each fragment.
Trapped under the water's membrane,
you plead from this pool.
Pull me in.
Dissolve
our
pain.
Narcissus, a beautiful, much desired but cold-hearted young man, is cursed by the gods to fall in love with his own reflection.
