I walk in with eyes cast down
Always aware of the mirror on the wall
Worried about who I will see in the glass
If I will break, or keep looking back
I can’t lose a game that I never play
So I don’t even try, I don’t check every day
Until finally I woke up desperate to be
The face I’ve been left with, what other people see
I ran to the mirror and it was somebody new
I didn’t know Me, but For once wanted to.
I keep on looking, trying to find
Everything I missed while I was lost in my mind.
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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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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