The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass

A 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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yet another classic from the GOAT

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