Below the Surface
Who is the true monster? (My first ever attempt at mirror poetry)
In the aftermath of my demise,
the creatures of the deep dance
as she rips out my heart.
Her fingers caress my skin.
I see myself in the water's touch.
Her fingers caress my skin
as she rips out my heart.
The creatures of the deep dance
in the aftermath of my demise.
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Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!
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Oh this is so cool. I am not familiar with mirror poetry. But I realised how everything repeated and came together in the middle. Well... Like a mirror. The point that meets the middle and did not repeat, was the line ending in, touch. Oh so you're looking down into the water. The creatures of the deep mirrored back at you as the works of your own hands. Outstanding work Lizzy 🤗❤️