My Face at Midnight

My Face at Midnight

A Poem by Brid

My face at midnight is sharp,
not round,
my skin is pale and my hair,
darker than black.
Shadows catch and stick on my mouth and eyes.
My face at midnight is a study,
a ghost, a waif,
an echo of another person
who I may become 
if I stare through my face
at midnight
too long.

© 2012 Brid


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Added on October 27, 2012
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