The Cracked Mirror

He picked up a hair strand
from the pillow next to his own,
and caught a shadow
moving along the crack
of the bathroom door.
As he raised
his heavy with sleep face,
and dizzily blinked away
the previous night’s cocktail hangover,
he caught a glimpse
of the face in the mirror
It didn’t look familiar
But he was sure he recognised
the expression lurking there
As the night’s vivid images
flashed before his eyes,
the reflection of sin stared blankly
at the image of fear
crawling all over his face