Saturday, 28 December 2013

The mirror holds all secrets

Long I stood there

Staring
Gazing

Transfixed

Looking into the netherworld that has become my life

Peering
Judging
Longing

Condemned to this life that had become a seductive secluded world

The mirror torches the torched soul.

Dinner has just come to a blazing end I'm lying in bed crying. Bawling. Praying. Hoping, I can have the strength to devulge my evil secret to my mother.

But she won't come. So, for another day, my secret is safe.

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