I see a slender face,
Serious and sad.
Dark hair the color of
Beautiful mystery
Falls to curls
at the shoulders,
And some strands curtain
the eyes.
Emerald deep
and stung with
the sadness of gray,
They are traced with darkness
And penetrate
Like the icy, vast eternity
Of a perpetual ocean.
They meet my gaze,
And there is a calm
Before the storm.
Then the face changes,
Contorts in a wave
of rage and tears.
Emotion carries
the darkness from the eyes
in twin trails down the cheeks.
My hand
Curls defensively,
Pulls back,
Then strikes like a
Threatened snake.
The reflection
shatters to jagged pieces
And falls apart at my touch,
Tinkling a descant, crystalline
song of soft surrender.
The broken mirror lies
in shards at my feet,
And the serpent,
Soaked in it’s own red venom,
Stiffens in pain before
relaxing in the
submission of death.
