my new mirror

my new mirror

A Poem by vydenmyria

as my skin begins to boil
in pock-marked shape
from fungal rash - spread
by the heat...

I'm losing my hiding place,
my last resort...
my eyes have fallen, from
their once honest poetry,
to a burrow beneath
the gates of disgust

maybe,
now it's time to shelf the burdens
behind an open mouth,
with a speaking tongue...
we are only
our hearts and minds anyways

my encounters should be
my new mirror
for an honest reflection
of who i am

© 2008 vydenmyria


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Added on February 29, 2008

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vydenmyria
vydenmyria

Moss Point, MS



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