Midgets Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Midgets

Looked at me in mirror
-sorrowful, in horror,
-ran with it in my hand.

Heard whisper inside me:
- "Climb high if you can! "

Had to end the terror
-caused by the witchcraft!

Passed attic and gutters
-threw out the mirror.

Climbed down royally
-in comfort and relieved.

Saw midgets at the door
-in shape of the mirrors.

Each demon talked truth:
- "Look at you for proof,
-old is shit under roof…"