Figment (Day 935)

She said you don’t belong 

here   this city 

is not yours   but you 

are not 

a ghost

a figment 

of her imagination

how do you argue with 

someone who cannot see 

you   

who are so tired 

of disappearing   

of fading 

into welcome back 

ground    into weedy sidewalk 

cracks & garden gates

she threw you down   

not waiting for an answer   

but only you 

decide 

if she can call you out 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Photo: Art Anderson (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Dear Narcissist (Day 919)

We are not your mirror, 

not here to reflect the inverse 

of your insecurities, 

to consume your leftovers, 

to love you as you love yourself, 

as you say you love us, but, see? 

You do not see us. 

We do not inhabit the space that 

draws your eyes like magnet 

to steel. When you turn 

to us, you are looking for yourself, 

and when we fail to reveal 

those images you crave, 

you turn away again. 

We are not cold as glass, our surface 

is far from flawless, but it is true, 

and we cannot offer the lies you seek 

when you look at us and you

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: krzysiek/Pixabay