I encounter my own spirit less and less
I'm being eaten alive by the hole in my chest
I only look in the mirror to be sure I'm still there
and my own empty eyes hold my stare
The same hideous face with the shattered irises
The same lucky girl tainted by her inner crisises
Her body is the ghost of the girl he killed
stained with salt from the tears she spilled
I myself have been disappeared for while
I cling to the control I have over my fractured smile
A fragile heart breaks and the whole world shifts
I look in the mirror to assure myself that I exist
Author notes
i am Shadow Fairy of Twi.
"I encountered my own spirit less and less."
-Orleanna Price, The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
Yes, I realize that "crisises" is not a word. But it sure rhymes! So HA! YOU try finding a proper rhyme for irises!
A contest entry
- Farewell to Fall Invitational by Kikai Ni.
800 points, ended December 10, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I think i may have to read that book when i get the chance but till then keep it flowing my friend a wonderful poem.
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