the mirror casts a reflection
of a stranger.
the stranger smirks
throwing his head back to laugh,
skin marked with faded scars.
faded scars from a previous life,
a life of battle.
the stranger disappears and
this reflection bears no scars,
nor is it bruised or battle-worn.
though worn down, the reflection,
has hardly been challenged.
not for sake of being intimidating,
but for avoiding conflict.