Smoking Mirrors
The room is full, but I’m all alone,Choking on echoes carved into stone.Faces blur in the cigarette haze,Lies flicker soft in the ember’s gaze.
The mirror breathes, it shifts, it lies,A hollow stare in borrowed eyes.I reach for truth, but it turns to mist,Slipping like lovers I never kissed.
Whiskey drips like a broken clock,Ticking slow as my ribs unlock.The past leans in with a cigarette grin,Says, “You can’t outrun what you’ve buried within.”
Smoke curls up, the mirror cracks,Reflection splinters, never comes back.So I pour another, watch the room decay,And fade like the ghosts who taught me to stay.