A Rememberance Poem by Mandy S...

((This was part of a class I took. It doesn't make much sense because it's not supposed to) .

A message written in lipstick on the bathroom mirror
pieced back my memory like popping dents out of a tin can.
Just seeing the reflection through those Las Vegas red markings
implied that I must ask myself about this ecaggerated time.
The acoustics create a soothing mood,
like being in a coal mine.
The sound waves have noting to bounce off of,
but these wine dark tiles.
Having no agenda, I recall my story,
unaware of it's final destination.