Mirror

 

Soulful cries break through

the small radio, sitting upright

on the window pane, where outside

the sun blazes and melts

and I

sleep through the static

bury my tearful face, in

white cotton sheets, and your

sweet sickening sweat, and

your restless heat

Can you

feel my anger, hear me breathe

in the tangle of secrets and sighs

can you feel me as I lay here

in crumbled fitful sleep

and you

dance around this room, this place

my mirror which never lied

now smashed beneath your bare feet

Can you

feel it as you move? As the soulful

wails fill the static air?

Dance boy dance. Cut your feet

on all the broken pieces of me,

a shattered reflection

of yourself

 

Reviews

[Raven Held]

Very powerful imagery employed here. Intense, but hurried - and that was the sort of rhythm that would fortify the torrent of emotions even more.

Great job; thanks for sharing! I look forward to reading more of your works :)

Loves,
Raven

[Adela Muresan]

Wow.
Interesting, original, sad and intense.
The best part is in my opinion the last.
Your crushing emotions flow perfectly in poetic-prose.

A.M.