Miss Asphyxia (trypanophobic34) wrote in poet_society,
Miss Asphyxia
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Perseverance

Er, here's a poem I wrote that you can comment on...

Mirror Girl

Did you hear what happened
One year, one night?
Did you hear that awful racket,
That scream of a whimper of fright?
I did, I marched upstairs
I came and she was there
Kneeling on the ground, where
Shards of mirror lay scattered
Like ashes
Stare, stare
“Fragments,” she said, “look at me”
“Where?”
“I’m not there and I’m not here, I
Am not anywhere”
“I’m broken,” she said, “look at me”
“I broke myself,” she said, “look at me”

What am I going to do about that girl?
What am I going to do about that girl?
What am I going to do about that girl?
What am I going to do about that girl?

The escape, escaped
Filler for the gap
Between reality and what you wanted to be
I have dreamed a thousand dreams
Between branches and trees, I cannot see
Dirty fingernails
Tapered with time
Running and melting into ceiling of mine

She smiled when I didn’t
She laughed when I cried
Sunshine struck her when out the window,
Only clouds forever and back I could see
Reached out and
Impaled her with golden spears of light
That strange rainbow, that sharp glint, I might
Have reached out and touched her but once, but once
Does just as well as twice or thrice
That moment of stillness, then the eruption
Of multicolored, silver-edged light
And she smiled, and she smiled
An eye in that corner, a slip of mouth over there
I am not there, I am not here, I
Am not, I’m not, I’m not, anywhere

What are we going to do about that girl?
World too narrow, mirror too old
What are we going to do about that girl?
Disappeared, squeezed into the pieces
What are we going to do about that girl?
Through the cracks and under the threshold
What are we going to do about that girl?
“Broken,” she said, “I broke myself”

So...how's everybody's...lives? I don't have one, so you needn't reciprocate the question.
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