Facing Myself

That’s not my face. I open my mouth to see and- My tongue and lips morph with the slobber in my mouth. My eyes, my eyes. I have two eyes. It is like, they are a different color, but maybe it’s just the light this time. But the lights hurt so I want to turn them down a little bit. Which helps with the morphing somehow. Because I am distracted by the shadows. And shadows aren’t real, They are just the remnants of me. Those eyes, they are still on my face but jutting out. Brighter than usual, But in the wrong spots on my face. One up and one down. And they move everywhere, and it makes me feel numb. I’m still looking in the mirror. But it’s time for bed, somehow. In the morning, everything will be back to normal. Maybe I will have a dream of me in the mirror. To remind me of what I used to see.