As I scrutinized the mirrorI didn't recognize the obscurity that
From the chipped and shallow glass
Screamed out at me.
Eyes so obsidian-black they begged
From the now crackling mirror
To be torn from this hell
For some divine absolution.
My fingers sprawled out
And clawed at this mirror
Shards of the grotesque glass
Splintered my brittle skin.
The stranger before me simpers
The glass liquefies under my sweltering distress
Into some vicarious, vitriolic congeal
My nightmare extinguished.
4 comments:
I really like this, its soo deep and filled with emotion. Really really good
Nice guerilla poem, I can picture everything in my headd. I like how you used your words to describe the scene :)
i remember reading this in the hallway! "vicarious, vitriolic congeal".. interesting. very descriptive. i like
wow Dayani..me like it....very thoughtful and creative and see students of Stephen Leacock do appreacaite literature :p ....
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