themes: guilt, trauma, loss
the mirror is a sick illusion
it shows the most pathetic
the most sadistic people
where their shadows truly are
when you look in her eyes
do you see the eyes of a murderer
hands stained with scarlet guilt
an accomplice in a wicked game
when you look in her eyes
do you see the eyes of a lost child
innocence now tainted with reality
never able to stop the nightmare
hands grip the putrid porcelain
knuckles turning ill ivory
waiting for the bitter bile to come up
flowing out of her ebony eyes
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
