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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 22, 2018

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Submitted: May 22, 2018



When I stared unrelentingly into broken shards of irregular mirror,
The reflection that emanated was grotesquely distorted; with my nose appearing
to be broken at a myriad of places.

When I sighted my face in a thick sheet of mirror stained with a crimson slurry of blood,
I resembled the diabolical devil; with ghastly streaks of brutal red embellishing my forehead.

When I viewed my persona in a sea green mirror; hoisted towards blazing
light of the Sun,
Intricate features of my body appeared evidently blurred; and a bunch of hair on my scalp looked like blades of grass.

When I held a mirror painted with black; abreast twin pairs of my crystalline eyes,
I felt as if I had been divested of vision; with an ocean of perpetual darkness striking me at blinding speeds.

When I attempted to picture my silhouette; in the translucent mirror of the
emerald sea,
The image appeared preposterously hazy in the primordial stages; disappearing
at instants of boisterous waves transiting into frothy spray.

When I tried to spot my demeanor in the immaculate mirror of moon,
The reflection appeared overwhelmingly clear; but soon got obliterated by a cluster of black clouds.

When I audaciously attempted to view my outlines in the blistering mirror of the  flaming Sun,
I inevitably failed to do so; as the acrid beams of light decimated all
my capacity to see.

When I tried to distinguish my color in a mirror camouflaged in frosty milk,
I inexorably  looked like a clown; with my dexterously chiseled features transforming to fat smudges of white.

When I endeavored decoding my face in an absolutely Pellucid mirror,
I could sight it as it was sculptured at the reigning moment; without traces of emotion and empathy.

And eventually when I attempted to see my face in the mesmerizing mirror of my
beloved's eyes,
This time though the reflection which diffused was the clearest of all; and I sighted a blissful smile on my lips,
Which was a perennial signal that we loved each other; as much as we feared to die.

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