give me your dark,
your dirt,
your cruelty.

the rawness of you
me
we
them
swirls on the edge
undercover,
hiding in shadows.

in the recesses of the mind
standing face to face
we run from what we see
misunderstanding
how monsters
are banished

we are the mirror.
the wretched
the tortured
the filth
yearning for light.

every look away
from the mirror
of our soul
is another turn away
into the dark.