• You are
    but a poor reflection
    Of yourself.
    You fool others
    But you don't fool
    me,
    with your
    cool, clear
    unrippling
    outer surface.
    Others gaze at
    you
    And see themselves
    in your careful
    yet indifferent
    reply
    But I know
    that behind
    that cold perfection
    Your blood runs with mercury fire.
    I have touched you
    and came away
    bleeding
    from your razor
    sharp edges
    that catch the poor
    unwary people
    who worship
    you.
    Dare I touch
    again?