A Room, Midnight
One eye pierces the shard
The mirror fragment on the wall
The silver light, a fraction reflected
The iris a dagger, flecked with scarlet.
One stain remains unforgotten
The one of dishonour, an imprint
A blemish reflected on the cupboard door
On the lifeless, cracked wormwood.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 14th Mar 2014 12:00
Rape?
It's a brilliant 'dagger' of a piece itself.