Reflection

Concious barely and seeping life

Look to the mirror, dear sweet sprite

All dressed as a well-made wife,

Painted serene, puppet on strings tonight.



Pretty outside with painted on glory

sweet fragrance of strawberries

Who knew your insides to be so gory,

with sparkling green eyes, lips like cherries?

Hair auburn red, skin as the moon,

delicate frame, such innate grace

(your) Tragic time lover is to croon

"In my hands now, your heart does race"



Copper framed reflection of riches

Fancy finery, well-to-do you

Here, let me put in those Frankenstein stitches

What a midnight violent taboo!



You've lost your soul... damn he who wins,

Slave to a vicious taboo love.

Beat 'til you break at the shins,

Put into poetic repose with a shove!



Turn your eyes to the looking glass,

Gaze and see your true reflection

Falling petals of innocence; framed by brass

You watch your tomb's erection...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Late 2003

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