Staring Competition

by William Grindon, Guest Contributor

Poetry

the bottles grow eyes

challenging me to stare

they smile as I hold my breath

plastic and glass shimmering brilliantly

staring with what was once my eyes

grinning with a stolen mouth

twisting my reflection into primitive

a confused and lost boy looking to survive

reaches through, dragging me in with myself

returning through hooked fingers

manifesting a new face

shame, contempt, disgust

yet I do not fight this one

dawned with warrant

gone is the boy who glanced

– William Grindon

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