Looking Glass
Wonderland Challenge Day 18 "Mirror"
Mirrors hang on every wall
Tacked on ceilings
Lining halls
I wonder long
what dark Atrocities
On their faces loomed?
My garish grimace
Of fear trapped in a
Foxing silvered moon?
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Featureless praise
Aversions grown
With every nervous pass
of the cracking gold-framed glass
distortions catch my tired eyes
minor inaccuracies collect
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my lips, how they twitch
hairs leap off the back of my neck
The color not quite what I expect
Eyes tilted the wrong direction
Inaccuracies compounding
Until Iβm unrecognizable
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Inherent beauty, the noose
That hung me slowly
The paradox of agelessness
A Benjamin Button folly
Written for my shrodingerβs body
wizened child,
Filled with beauty and
Knowledge beyond mortality
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Until youth overtakes reason
Grown into the
Temperament of childhood poached
A missing child returned to the nest
Too big to fit
Crushing newly laid eggs
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The toothy grin
Painted on my
thin ceramic mask
Keeps forming words
like me and I
drawing me to the rippling surface
lulling me into a trance
Reaching out, I hesitate
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Too late, I shout
Grasping my hand from the
great beyond
through the looking glass
I tumble
wondering when I became so
decietful
able to trick my own heart
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Gosh this is so so good. The experience of losing yourself in the mirror while literally looking at yourself is just so profound.
It's like watching yourself disappear in slow motion.