Face to Face

I am nothing pain and misery make up my shadow

Unable to escape myself I venture to the end of the road and stop

A mirror awaits my presence

Ten foot tall mirror, the edges plated with gold

I step forward as if it's time for my judgement

I cringe at the site of this stranger

Eyes of the meek

Black as the shadows that haunt me

He waves I wave back

He reaches into his pocket

I mimic him as best I could

He takes out a pocketknife

I do the same

I hold it tight in my hand palms sweating, hands shaking, eyes locked in on the mirror, patiently waiting for his next instructions

He points the knife to his heart

I point it to mine

With no emotion running across his face he carves out his heart and extends it towards me Why?!

He answers...

To SURVIVE