Lost in the reflection
Rippling like water waves
I'm pulled back in
when floorboards bite
at my feet and take
me asunder
Gnaw my bones clean
makes the wind chime
that plays minor keys
No one hears the cry
of regret it echoes
from inside a bubble
A house near a cornfield
Locker room and mirror
Something unsaid
And you can meet me
in diners and draining
showers then a smell
But never visual so
the reflection won't spook
Flare the scars on
my legs
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- Comment from author about the poem: Anxiety, depression and the cycle it begins
- Category: Reflection
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