Beholder? Lie. It lies in the space
Between your lips and my ears.
Eroticizing the concept of self; feeding the
Ego like a gremlin after midnight.
Autophilia, in the most flagrant fashion – and the masses coo in
Ubiquitous omen, most drudging curse
Under guise of a blessing.
Tormented by the truth, she is swallowed by the quicksand
Trap that tells her,
Your worth lies in the sodden sack of skin that now delivers
Your empty soul.