BEGIN AGAIN - a villanelle

There must be something wrong with this mirror, I plead,

For my reflection appears changed, tinted. 

What did you do to me?

A heuristic change I feel and see.

The curves look rearranged, shifted.

There must be something wrong with this mirror, I plead.

A foreign shadow behind my eyes refuses to flee,

It must be a part of you stained, hinted. 

What did you do to me?

I lie on the earth like debris, 

I can’t seem to shake your touch, like a crater, it’s imprinted. 

There must be something wrong with this mirror, I plead. 

You won’t wash out so I soak in the river Spree,

But you bore yourself into me I’m dented.

What did you do to me?

A metamorphosing act I did not foresee,

The droplets rolling down in the mirror glinted.

There must be something wrong with this mirror, I plead,

What did you do to me?