Phantom Love
She came to me with vows of love seething
through the clenched teeth of her pain and woe.
She was not seeking gentle communion but
another surrogate for the ownership of her angry scars.
She was soon only able to see in me the image of her
bitter demons taunting through a haze of altered states.
She would rage and point the crooked finger of her
mother's ghost at the phantom of her own making.
She left me with vows of love seething
through the crumbling teeth of her pain and woe.
Off to find yet another unwitting mirror to blame for
the broken visage of her heart's reflection.
Copyright © Mickey Brady | Year Posted 2014
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