At times I look in the mirror
Most of the time I see me
Sometimes
I see
Giant and black
Ebony
Eight feet tall
Talons for feet
And feathery palms
Crooked beak
That could tear through meat
This malignant creature
This demon I'll see
His voice so soothing
His eyes pleasing
Despite the rancor in his voice
And his putrid smell
This monster
This beast
This demon
That dwells
Sometimes I'll see in my mirror
So isn't he
Also me?
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
