Ambiguous Domestic Abuse
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 step stairs 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
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2023
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