Uncovered

it is not

a time of comfort

we are not cradled

gently

the fire of the forge

is roaring 

about us 

and the hammer 

is 

falling 

all morning 

I have been writhing

under the gaze

of my 

nightmare 

self 

I feel as if 

I have been flayed 

this dark mirror of me 

is so unbearable 

to watch in action