The Transparent Mirror Poem by Kevin Patrick

Manipulation makes her grand entrance
Housed in the body of a used brothel
Decomposing with deloused elegance
in styrene matricidal persuasion
Held In detention -
of her ascension
Towards the barnacles of famished substance
Psoriasis swells in corpuses blood vessels
Veiled thinly to the crust of compassion
Rage slowly cements her inhibitions
In liquidation
of her assassination
Dying for release of an honest answer
She can never distinguish in laughter
All her words are actor’s lines in a play
On a stage, where the limelight always black
and she is a hack
becoming a wreck
Under the allure she's the odor of a saint
Yet her intentions are never subtle
Noxious embers of fanged enamel spew
Inside her teeth of pearled yellow sulfur
Like little daggers
For acidic chatter
And yet she's just a girl, and always a girl
lost on the ship of abandoned mothers
and forgotten fathers... she finds in lovers
Absents of commitment and true devotion
It’s her affliction
and true conviction
Discovering ways to hide behind the line
By filling anecdotes with useless themes
Irrelevant matters and conversations
From soapbox circus and melodramas
Now her malady
Of provincial karma
Manipulation sits in castration
Alone to mime her pleasant nature
She was designed to be her husband’s maid
And now she sits at peace in her own grave
Mother to every one
Servant of narcissism