By A.J. Huffman
What am I doing here, in your world
of mirrors? I wrap myself
in delusions so strong I actually believe
you can see me. For
give my flaw --
filled judgment a break.
(It is overworked and underlaid
with doubts bout its very existence).
It is dying,
an existential martyr to my madness, I begin
to grieve our mutual loss. Then you
smile
at/over/through me.
A deliberate[d?] gift
or goad? It does not matter.
All I see is its breadcrumbing trail
glowing like fairytold gold.
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A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published four collections of poetry: The Difference Between Shadows and Stars, Carrying Yesterday, Cognitive Distortion, and . . . And Other Such Nonsense. She has also published her work in national and international literary journals such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review. Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.
