Break all the mirrors; I don’t want to see my face—
pale and pallid, worst of all colors and shades.
I don’t want to see my eyes scheming of deep, deep
nothingness that reverberates no sound in its walls,
Nor do I want to hear myself, see my lips part with
empty words and the ardour of earnest narcissism.
Keep that mirror away from me or I, myself, shall break it
for the wounds are nothing to how I resent myself.
Should you do it, I will see the pieces multiply
into a mirror, another, and another—I’ve lost count now.
And it shall lurk on the floor, showing to me, as if to mock,
ten-fold of this exceptionally abominable creature.