Kafkaesque

There’s nothing Kafkaesque in this poem

I just loved the pink hues, a bad quality shot anyway

Severe the sensory threads
Lingering at the mirror
The tongue interceded for a faltering heart
Mirror, mirror on the wall
What’s the worst act ever performed?
Speaking to no one but a reflection
Eyes sank to the sink
The chest was laced with photons
The cool air caressed the hips
Bare feet, tiptoeing and pirouetting
Hands reaching out, the effervescence of the body
The…