Casted In a Mirror Bijou
Reel around the reflection
Deflecting an incarnation
That you denied or opted
I would never comprehend
For I'm incapable and enfeebled,
Estranged and castrated,
Of your enigmatic game
Yet I would half-heartedly remain
Askance your cold shoulders
And in the permeability
Of your sallow pupils
The mirror house will reveal
What you denied to perceive
And I shall bury you
Like a forlorn secret
In your own deluging image
And the shattered glasses
Will be your nameless stones
Shuddering the serrated blades
Upon my three-inch wrists
As I bleed everything out
And drain my marionette skeleton
And there by the ghosts
Of your ubiquitous silhouette
I will mourn and in the meantime,
In between time, and aftertime,
I will find the debris of myself
Inside a mirror grave.
poem by Norman Santos
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