'Woman in Front of a Mirror' by Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg (1841)
Visage of Obloquy
Eyes lingering like water running down my spine,
Pooling in the curves of my flesh
As uninvited as drops of cold rain.
I take no pleasure in knowing you are here,
With me,
Where I am supposed to be only myself.
A hunger left un-sated is only partially satisfied
As you feast upon me; I did not agree to this
When I first said yes.
But I was a fool to think that wolves could love,
Or that men like you
Were supposed to keep me safe.
You call this vanity,
I insist it is only changing my dress.
You do not move,
And I no longer convince you to leave.
Your bites are not worth the effort,
And I am tired from our last clash.
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