Photographic Movie Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Photographic Movie



Pulling apart shards of a mirrored reflection, piercing my piece of mind, causing memories to leak out and affect me again.
No reprieve in sight, life stands still while a photographic movie plays itself repeatedly, making sure I didn't miss a single word inflection, expression or emotion.

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