Beth Harris

The eyes reflection

As the colour red once filled my heart
Now whirls into a shadowy, slate, Raven
I harken a parallel mirror
Is it you?
As I fixedly gaze into an illusion

The black petals consummately attach to my cord
Evolves as my burned out, eagle eyes, gaze at your reflection
Is this real?
Your extinct hook shifts towards my paralysed self
What is this?

A recited set of words
I have heeded once upon a life ago
The unwritten words that shall not be spoken of
The one thing we all despair
"Mirror mirror on the wall"

Bethany Harris
Wed, 13 Jul 2016 12:26 am
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