Raging Bitch

two mirrors across the past,
preconceived notions,
twisted paths talking backwards,
love to hate
hate to indifference
indifference to love
and back again

sounds swirl by us
in eclipse of emotion,
the night is new,
we're sadly older
and no wiser
except to change roles
in this pathetic little game

the raging bitch stands cool
in his black suit,
touches his hair
in self-conscious style,
flames like a moth
toward your passion,
hesitates inches
from your destruction

reaches to touch,
only finds reflection
of his hand return
love to hate
hate to indifference
indifference to love
and back again