The Mirror
written by: Boris Arsovski
Bloodshot pupils of the weary soul.
A hazy gaze into the silver glass.
Seeking to glimpse its face, concealed
Behind the bars of the imprisoned mind.
Moisture seeps from the tomb’s own womb,
Born in the torn and blinded eyes.
A tear spills over the golden frame,
While in the pure depths… its echo resounds.
From it, a groan tears through the sky,
The silver drinks it like a cold sweat.
Fallen onto a sacrificial clot,
Touched by pale, translucent hands.
Wept-out tears from the sinful abyss,
Washed away with the holy blood… Repentant,
The face recovered its missing wholeness.
The mirror was Christ.
Fr. Boris Arsovski is an Eastern Orthodox priest from Bulgaria, serving in the Sofia Metropolis. His literary work explores the boundaries of human existence, spiritual crisis, and repentance through a raw, urban expressionist lens. He is currently working on his debut multi-genre manuscript of forty parts, which intertwines short fiction and metaphysical poetry.
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- The Mirror - July 1, 2026
