Reflections

Reflections

Silence absorbing the hollow still
An empty darkness, the vacuum
Inhaling the noise, emitting the mute
There is nothing. Just darkness.

Stepping up to the empty observer,
Nose, mouth, two blue eyes,
that stare past the emptiness.
A knowing smile and determined nod.

When a boy looks through,
the man stares back, he knows.
When a girl looks through,
the woman stares back, she knows.

Crushing through the still and hollow, its tough
but snaps into a billion pieces of sharp blades.
The knives cut one another as they fall and slice, at war they relish
their flowing blood.