noitcelfeRA Poem by eglantineIf I am there, against the glass-- on the other side of the crooked mirror on the wall (crooked because I hung it myself),
then who is here, cross-legged and delicately tasting words she learned beneath invisible stars (invisible because she drew them herself)?
Same freckle, cross-stitch of veins, yet our eyes meet--my eyes, and the warmth retreats from my pulse.
My lungs are pinned like moth-wings inside of my chest, contained from dust and safe from rust.
But my moth is not yet dead-- it is center gravity and it steers me, gently, to the light. © 2012 eglantineFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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