Thirteen Cracks In the Mirror
THIRTEEN CRACKS IN THE MIRROR
a soul-crushing crack, a wrinkle in my nightmare wake.
crushed velvet hides the splintered wood, that stabs thirteen times.
tears cascade down the entryway mirror - i’m locked inside.
my ethereal heartbeat pounds, trying to get out.
forms bleeding black from head to foot (i despise that color)
languidly see me in my parlor - i don’t get up.
hands touch me, bruised lips kiss me (can’t they all go away)
i wake up in sweat, drowning in my bed (i sit up)
my mind’s eye hears the clock strike thirteen (impossible)
my oval-faced mirror, falls to the floor, ceasing time.
i look down in its pond-like ripples to view my face.
an ancient biddy stares back at me, with thirteen lines.
my inaudible scream, echoes - forever coffered.
Halloween Scare
October 1 2017
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