NaPoWriMo 20 Mirror Mirror On The Wall


NaPoWriMo 20
Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Mirror Mirror on the wall
be not proud, there cometh a fall

Today your striped dress
of filtered sunrays
blows with the curtain, high
and in me a frayed noose sways

Your vinegar-wiped clarity
smirks at my form
huddled against the bed
and at my surfaces smashed
their broken bits
trying to regroup into
me

I will rise, my cold twin, from my fallen perch
and bloody your frosty mien
with a wee keek
©Reena

 

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