I see her

Laughing her “nothing-is-holy”.
Rootlessness spinning in her head.
Lost in the mirrors of her mind.
Climbing the depth of her ocean.
Seeking fulfilment in her emptiness.
Looking through her blind eyes.
Dancing by the light of her darkness.
Searching her whys and hows;
her whats, her wheres, her whens.
Deaf to the eco of her silence.
Weeping her pitiful joys.
Slowly dying.

Arvika, 2005

Mirror games

Dancing with my mirror;
our games would never end.
Shattered as we both surrendered;
I looked at the pieces and
saw my broken self.
But in each and every piece
I was whole.

Arvika, 2005