Reflection
I can’t look I can’t look
For I see what they took
Haunting, demonic they climb
Flights to my interior design
They no longer want to hide
They take hold stomping, laughing
Over everything I once held with pride
I can’t stand the reflection that won’t move aside
Triumph for the unearthed
They stare back; rebirthed
Copyright © Ginger Steinfield | Year Posted 2018
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