A meticulous look suggested,
every incident iridescence agreed,
The ricochet of rays foster;
Silhouette of a perfect self.
Innocence and virtue vie.
Mutual race towards the pinnacle.
A shroud over the din,
an original mirror,
Voices that witnessed the blood.
Unarticulated repugnance accumulates,
the silent scream intensify.
Yet the dilapidated glass remains gagged.
A strange serenity prevails,
my checkered past is not unknown.
It is dawn, yet another day.
Hide! Hide! Hide! your smirk
it's time, bravo boy!
You have tamed the mirror.
- Author: Purplecherry ( Offline)
- Published: August 15th, 2023 01:58
- Category: Unclassified
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