Holes in the Mirror

Is this me?

Is this horror-struck, frienzied, denizen from hell me?

The white, blood-drained face

The nose red and veined

The cheeks like frozen vomit

And the eyes.

Oh, the eyes.

No, I should say the eyeholes

For there is nothing there.

Just two

aching

pounding

bottomless holes

in my face.

Tortured and raw

with strange, disconnected images

that mean nothing.

Why are there holes?

I cant see my own eyes.

All I can see are

holes in the mirror.