TRUE COLOURS

 

He sat in front of the mirror and looked at himself in true colours, saw himself without the creature. He took a long breathless, timeless look at himself and saw - nothing. No story to fill his head, his heart, his gut, his groin - nothing. His stare was unblinking and the mirror was clear. There was nothing to add and nothing to take away. He had tried filling himself with something, anything, but nothing stuck. He had no right to be more, he knew that. Still. His gaze dropped to his long dead hands in his wasted lap. He looked back to the mirror, the creature already sliding its smooth reflection back into place with ease. His true colours hidden, the smile returned.