Saturday, November 15, 2014

When the Mirror Scowls Back...

See the sight
of seeing through
See this scowl
as something new

The black of
dilated pupils' gaze
Swollen like a
spreading fire's blaze

Reflected in this
dark
A truth of vision
stark
  raving
    mad

When I scowl
and the mirror does
  right back
When I howl
and the echoes trace
  right back

Reflections
of projections
not just more deflections

Absorbed into my skull
Soaking blood-stained soul
Reminding of the wHole

The mirror scowls
as I growl back
Tension mounts
and leaves no slack

Anger to
and anger from
received past due
with more to come

If I lash out
the mirror will crack
Then seven years
will break right back

In broken shards
of familiar fragments scattered
unmeasured yards
of beaten paths so battered

In crimson-tinged treads
where angered steps did roam
are traces of the glass
expelled from mirror's home

When the mirror scowls
be silent, be still
contain your self
control your will
and the mirror may teach you
this priceless skill

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