Undoing
Like the gods
each one of us
carries within
the key to our own undoing
the poison in the vial
the pocket abyss
made to measure
by our own hands
we are deadly
to ourselves
and we keep on
doing it
we are our own
punishment
in the mirror
of Medusa
I watch my face
surrounded by snakes
and can’t look away
we have learned
to fascinate ourselves
with our own gaze
because we are
terrified of knowing
what other people see
when they look at us
terrified
that they might love us
too little or too well
terrified that we might
count as nothing
to them.
