Reflection

You’re thin. Your face is ugly and I want to smash it. I hide from you, but you always seem to find me. You are a stranger that I am very familiar with. You’re getting thinner and thinner, but you are taking me over. My breath is pouring out as you suck it in. And still you protect me while killing me all in one blink. I delight in your slumber as the desert delights in a thunderstorm; silently, tenderly.