Him

 
     When he showed me his face i trembled.
 A deep bone rattling shiver.
     Not an ugly face i thought. Not from a distance.
 It was the look in his eyes. A look that spoke volumes.
    It spoke of pain and loss, it spoke of anger and hatred,
 it told me he'd seen and done horrific things. 
    I beheld him and was afraid, thinking how easy it would be for him to 
 turn these unspeakable things against me. 
    I turned and walked away dizzy, I'd decided never to look at him again.
 It was a shame because that mirror was expensive.