Paper DollA Poem by SongsungblueFrom an early collection of works, 1989-1999. This poem is from the first book of 3, entitled "Conception"As I remove my lips to bare my teeth in your direction, the mirror - the one that no one ever looks into directly - catches my reflection and holds on.
Held hostage by design, I can clearly see my gleaming skull cut out from this torn skin -
like the ghost of a crumpled paper doll found in some musty corner of an attic trunk.
Faded and yellow I shudder and scratch to make sure that I still bleed.
Then, having paid the mirror it's ransom of horror, guilt and pride, I turn the page -
the sweet salty taste of mortality on my toungue.
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1 Review Added on April 17, 2008 Last Updated on April 17, 2008 AuthorSongsungblueGalway, IrelandAboutI am a musician, writer, singer, songwriter, poet, and composer living and working in the West of Ireland :-) more..Writing
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