Being silver, I saw everything within me.

 

The surgical knife cut into my mother

To let me born.

It was the silvery knife that first saw me: close up.

 

A naughty young aunty crooned:

“Do you want to see a baby?”

And pointed at a mirror instead.

 

As a young girl I peered into the pond,

Saw the moon and the stars floating over it

And felt romantic for the first time.

 

I looked into my lover’s sparkling eyes

And saw myself: the apple of his eyes;

Made promises to eternity.

 

In the sharp piece of broken glass

That my murderer thrust into my face

I saw myself and my blood for the last time.

 

My thoughts reflected on all the broken images, all the perspectives, all the actions and reactions, all the versions of my face that the mirrors saw, all the…

 

Being silver, I saw everything within me.

©Denvor Fernandez

Author of Faustina’s Fantastic Friends

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