It's Still Life

Close Shave

He draws the razor
across his cheek,
I watch from an angled
view of the mirror,

and I blink, but if he blinks,
a reckless nick,
a dazed graze,
a swearing slice,
a woeful throb
of clotting blood,

and he draws the razor
across his cheek, slow
as timelessness, and
without scar or incident.

Written for ragtag daily prompt: “contemplation”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.