THE BROKEN MIRRORA Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorsilent dares slow engraved exchanges the primitive evolution of rage only the fittest will survive hostility now has a spot at the table there are no more place settings the silver is set out perfectly a spoon casts an oblong reflection now, even the utensils see there is nothing left of self respect only the silver distorted version of who I don't know it is not me strange little pieces I swallow them over and over when no one is watching the jagged little shards cutting away at my insides beauty she cries tragic posses-ed in wanting stray parts, blinding tiny slivers hidden away vague carving embers sharp with bitter no longer beauty The path of least resistance it's the only way to success real images jump and regress nothing takes a shape or focus the fall and crash of glass A precious mirror reflects shatters beauty knows nothing images move off and on unclear flashes of my father in a mirror and in this corner the heavyweight contender my husband, my beloved, beauty's keeper time merges and flickers a little closer the path of least resistance it's the only way to success Terry D’Arcy-Ryan © 2019 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorReviews
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Added on June 12, 2017Last Updated on May 19, 2019 AuthorTerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorPHOENIX, AZAboutWhen I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..Writing
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