Her mind
A confused, bitter affair
The mirror
She stands before
The truth reveals
An evil glare
It sees right through her avid pain
Her eyes reflecting hurt
Her heart; weary and lame
Questioning her motives
Why? What is there to gain?
Her hands; bound
Her eyes; blind
The circumstances comfortable
But therefore unkind
October 4, 2012 at 9:05 pm
There’s a fair bit of fabulous in this! Excellent!
October 5, 2012 at 6:25 am
Thanks so much Trent! How nice :)