Immika Creations

Mirrors

Yesterday’s mirrors glare and accuse

Black char and blood tears

Fetid air, dead trees

Crows feast upon the dying

Frightened eyes torn from skulls

Broken taps dripping rust

Inner rooms smell of must

Bathed in fear, coated in guilt

Heavy, ugly, putrid

Breaking glass exploding

Festering walls imploding

Shattering mirrors now

Shards, dirt, blood, tears

Entrapment breaking clumsily

Hurting, aching, crying

Shuffling, hesitating, doubting

Baby steps

Falling down, getting up

Ginger hope

Tender caution

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