afflatus The creative writing of Steven E.A.

Glass is our barrier.  Transparent.  What we don’t know, we don't see.  Aged, it bends perspective, becoming loose in its frame.  Like the skin of an elder.  We shed, peeling off years of experience, weeks of worry, suspense, days of agony, a night of romance.  Until one day, in that moment before death, our skin breaks and our souls escape.  


We see the glass, 
and find out it’s a mirror.