The Looking GlassA Poem by Argie Philip "The Looking
Glass"
The dark sun rises into the
stained glass windows of my home, eclipsing a red dilation in
the mirror with the white pane of chrome.
The heat fills the
scratches of a design written on the glass, revealing abrasions as they
appear from the white pain of brass.
The rust on the metal frame
breaks away the porcelain window sill, staining the wall as a
stream of poisonous tears begin to spill.
The dark sun sets in the mirror
as I paint with different red dyes, imagining a house with
windows resembling my bloodshot eyes.
© 2017 Argie Philip |
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