Ambiguous Domestic Abuse

The hall mirror, has gone. It was my cage door! My daily changing reflection side glanced swift as an un-robed ghost i begin again, last stairs step sitting, stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods cloud my slited vision, blurred and faint pulsed, but no pain. Stagnant the visionless mourning morning it does not move, and if you are awake, neither do I, Beyond the gapeing splintered front door, lies a tiny piece of what could be, for me. Betrayed in public, by two running colours.