Mirror - Poem by Sarah Nugent
Tell me what you see,
Is it a woman who's green eyes stare blazing at you?
Or it is that she was affectionate towards you so easily?
Does the butter knife peel through the flesh too softly,
So that the evermore resistance of her cold heart can be penetrated to quick extend.No.
What once was, is a stereotypical woman, hurt and afraid to be hurt again.
To pull away at love but come closer to touch to feel what once was. Warmth
To gain that happy place again that is now content into darkness, pulling, twisting, tearing out the sockets of the fibre of her mind.
What does she see? No one.
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