Jayne Eggins Poet Blank verse

Of Mirrored Reflections On Broken Glass

I read your heart 
to the trees
they swayed 
in their thrall,
crimson streaked
my hands,


I lay offering 
in mirrored chance


besides your dog,
and never looking past
the leash and collar,
I noticed the ghost of you
ever content to smell the ground
muttering of lost moments


ever ignoring the madness
that seethed below the surface


of me … or you ?
I had no clue till


I noticed your mirror’s 
are shattered
every single one of them


in each broken piece
I’m screaming for you to let go

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