Mirror

Self Reflectory -- the season, closing of the year, and age have weighed heavily on me this year, it seems.

  

It shivers
at my approach,
each step toward reflection
wrinkles my arrival
distorting is to was til
yesterme falls like bits of anvals
thudding in the sink
to break and curl and disappear
sucked away
to lie on piles of yesterskin
beached upon some yestershore of me

           

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

Wow! That's powerful! Underline powerful!

[FlatDaddy]

Thank you, Eternity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Another year, another few wrinkles, the mirror lives with us, and like Plath's mirror, it "is not cruel, only truthful."
My 17 year old yesterskin is long gone...No matter how hard I search, I cannot find that beach.
This is a really sharp, tight write.
Nicely done, F.D.
j.

[FlatDaddy]

Why, thank you, my friend. I appreciate this so much.