30 Days Of Jaye – Day 21: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

He said that

He saw me as perfect…

All pristine and to be

Protected by what

he called


Heavy and encompassing

Like new snow,

Making me into what

He thought, what he saw

And to squirm from

Under his hand

Was indeed tyranny.

How dare I have

Passion and self

Outside of his


To see his passion

As novOcaine

Filling my body

With his desire

Never my want

And my blood to

Numb from what

Burned around me.

I closed my eyes

Made myself

Relish the heat

Of this passion

And recoil from

Whatever was cold

Outside of his touch.

He became my mirror.

I could not see

Me without him.

-JBHarris, April 2021