Prolonged Exposure

I’ve covered the mirrors in our house With colored sheets, while choking on grief Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse Who has wondered what has become of me And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning He thinks that I’m a reflection of him So he doesn’t notice the wounds within The marring of my spirit’s complexion Permanent, from his reoccurring sins That have shaped me into his perfection My face is clear so you would never guess That person staring back isn’t me Mirrors can’t show underlying distress Only the lie he wants others to see Not the despair slowly growing, steeping Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets If you look, the nude is there, underneath Reflecting the lie that it has become Prolonged exposure to fisting complete Now mourning the death of someone it loved 5/8-5/9/12 For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest