Mirrored Reality

Today is the day I post a poem on Flyhiee.com. Again this week I created a poem solely for this post and am now sharing the link here. Hope that you enjoy.

Mirrored Reality

Moonlit Wonder

When I was a young  girl

mama warned me

showed me true

all would try to use me

to get what they want.

Sweet words

cooed in my ear

slowly stroking my hair

feeling your hand

(all hands)

caress my curves.

Made to feel safe

made to feel secure

your promises

wrapped in golden ribbons

bubble around

protecting me from the world.

(First razor word

sliced through my heart)

Crimson blood wells

anger

rage

black

foul

turns like a knife

battlefield on my skin

mouth your inanitites

eyes flat

broken

your lies float in the air

tangible.

(There is no escape

there is no where to run

I will find you always

promised on the wind)

One…..

Two…..

Three…..

Twenty-Nine…..

Forty…..

Forty One.

I thought for sure

as I record your name

in my Book of Death

that you were the end

only to discover

that mama was right

men should never be trusted.

©July 29/19

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