The Other Me

The man that appears to me with each swipe of the razor blade reveals his vulnerability.

The fresh warm water becomes as murky as his life as he clears his blade of dead cells and hair

It is his wish to become born again one morning whilst shaving. To stare back at a wonderful man

To emerge full of purpose to be in control and have a clear conscience to match his smooth face.

A higher being as promised.

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