The Crease of a Smile: The Shadow of Doubt

When the sun falls over head, there are shadows trailing with every form of matter. The silhouette of one carries a shadowy figure--the shape of reflection. "Reflect. Reflect!" Your mind yells. You're scared to study your figure. You're scared of what you'll find.

In the glance of windows, there you are. You look into that tiny hole in your eye leading to the rigid flesh in your skull that holds everything you know.

              The upward gesture your lips make create the crease of a smile. 

The shadow trailing behind you is empty so you study your figure but it's simply empty.

 It's your shadow of doubt. An empty shadow. One only of an outline.

                     You're only aware of your outline, not the fullness of yourself. 

                          You only stay on the edge of things, never making it to the core. 

By the time you find it there, its all burned up.