Poem -
eyes that scream
in my hair her gnarly hands
as if they belonged there
I try to clasp her mottled wrists
but no...they tug and tear
her yellow teeth tight gritted bare
as if indeed, those teeth lived
there
with eyes that scream, oh
how they scream
from deep within her stare
and I...I think I know this wretch
and all her ailing angst
and mirror shows me just one face
Tis mine reflected there
M ~
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