Double sided

I am the broken mirror

the lost voice machine

the dead VCR

the deleted photo

I am everything that sounds like fog and never identifies

I am those tree roots that get tangled and complicated

And no one can define

I am the lies that your hands can hold

the dead truths at your feet

the blood that falls at midnight

the pains that you bite between sutured lips

I'm the reaching out to stop the devil's drool

I am those cobwebs that break with distracted hands

I'm my smiles marked by fangs as corner snaps

the looking to the side

the inventing of languages

and the stuttering in everything you know

I am the first name that lied to me

I am who they call me but I won’t respond

I am death looking for the forgotten.

TA.