Sunday, July 1, 2007

My mirror has gone mad

My mirror has gone mad.
It throws weird images at me
In the past
It was sensible.
Once an angel
Once a witch
But always
One image at a time.
No
There are silent screams
Thrown at my feet
Like empty oyster shells.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
Before it caught my eye.
Later
There were faded violets
Today I was shocked.
It was an egg
Fidgeting in blood
Like a fish out of water.
I swear, it contracted
Like a heart.
Gory, terrifying
It spit out a sperm
and died.
An empty red plastic bag
Horror!
I tremble………
Before I collapse
I throw my mad mirror
Out through the window
Down to the streets.
I killed it.

18 August. 1993

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