Photocopy

Mesmerized

I watch

men

women

gliding by

dancing nightly

whimpering

daring to want

daring to desire

a life such as passes afore me.

Gilded cage

plated gold

iron rusts

rots

falls away

as my hand presses 

reaching out

reaching through

who will pull me out?

Palm pressed to silvered pane

beckoning

promising

a better world

a better life

if only someone would help me.

Subtle

barest

merest whisper

brush over ears

seeking the compliant one.

Moving through the crowd

gliding

watching

reaching towards the mirror

sure I had seen…..

Grasp your arm

pull you through

out I go

none shall know

I am a mirror copy of thee.

 

April 12/19

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