twisted glass

reflections

she walks with grace, although it appears her shadow does

she smiles with pain hanging from the corners of her mouth

I will not know her, she does not know herself

always a mirror of what you want her to be, that is she

her eyes cold, her heart drenched with tears

a space filled with emptiness, a silent pool of sadness 

no end to this and no beginning to decipher

no cure or closure

just a walk that leaves a black stain in your mind

Reviews

[Pete]

Wow. I love this. It flows beautifully. Nice imagery. Well knitted. Fabulous ending line. I could feel everything about this person as I read. Cool title. What more could one want? All around excellent write.