A Fool in My Reflection

By Marjorie Cenese

Who is this stranger trapped in the files? carving emotions into the memory on screen burning into retinas in a pitch black room. Who is this person? trapped between a rage of sadness and trembles of grief licking the curves of every word so carefully and tenderly, carefully cross stitching their heart into its place. Who is this foolwho shared their heart on paper, expecting to be read aloud?

Grief was meant to be jailed on paper as the ears have diverted away like styrofoam cups. This fool has left the feeling of more to desire, staring upon these white-printed words in a cloud of darkness.

There are no feelings invoked across the screen just simple, happy thoughts and broken memories of what was.