face (Remove filter)
Mirror cracked
In the mirror
I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...
I knew that once
I turned away
that we would meet again
that he would watch
the back of my head and
whisper once more my name.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 29th August 2016 11:51 am
Recent Comments
Red Brick Keshner on The nutritional value of a bullet
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Social Media Man
4 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on upon a shot that lit the roof alight; June 29, 1613
11 hours ago
Robert Mann on November Heart (Updated)
13 hours ago
Rolph David on Máxima's Royal Mock
20 hours ago
Telboy on Dog Walkers
21 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on rusted edges, burning gears
1 day ago
Ray Miller on rusted edges, burning gears
1 day ago
Ray Miller on To Thine Own Flame
1 day ago
Ray Miller on America
1 day ago