Thursday, 17 January 2013

The Conventional Fear of Glass.

She caught a glimpse of me in the glass;
She saw into the caverns and darkest corners of my mind.
She frowned as though she knew that all the light combined could not light the way.

She caught a glimpse of me in the glass;
She saw me shudder and knew it not caused by cold,
She reached out as though maybe she could have controlled then drew back.

I stared Back while we paused to hold breath in sync;
I pushed my glasses up to hide my eyes so no one again would see
We walked on as we both agree,
Mirrors are an unpleasant sight,
They leave your soul haunted at the depths of night,
For when I glanced back at her I saw no more than spite,
While I stood and trembled with fright.

3 comments:

Planet125 said...

This is great. Really haunting. Can we put it in the anthology? Mary

Swimming in Confusion said...

Sure, I might see if I can do a drawing for it after reading your post.

Planet125 said...

Great!!

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