The Image
she met this girl
by the sand pitch
where they played
and told their darkest secrets
This girl told
once she was afraid
of the mirror
because it revealed to her
this other pale little image
that was just scared to lift
its eyes
That image in the mirror
cried tears,desperate tears
that made her
fear tomorrow
because everyday
her need grew
but she was
just too scared to
stop,step back and say
"i need..."
it slept nights
in a haunted house
where five ghosts that
lived in it wrestled
to be unleashed
Their power frightened her
that image would
never leave the mirror
because that now,has become
its home
And there its allowed
to voice its endless thoughts
that a human mind could not console
thoughts of a wild mind that do not rest
and can take a wicked ride
on infant hearts
and toxicate them 'til they
are colourless
That very image
Is the one you are looking at...
that image
lives with me
Copyright © Neo Bridgette Kitso | Year Posted 2008
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