This continuum of madness
That plagues throughout
Wringing hands and picked scabs
Passed from seed to full bloom
In the blink of an eye
That finds itself gouged out
Twitching in the sink
As the one that remains
Can’t look away from
The reflection in the mirror
That can’t stop laughing
Back to your first love: The Macabre?
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Actually, my first love would be tacos. The macabre is a distant second.
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At least the macabre doesn’t give you acid reflux…
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There’s acid involved sometimes, but it ain’t reflux.
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Hahahahaha…love it.
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Such potent imagery with a real psycho-gothic horror feel. Chilling to the bone, and brilliant.
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Thank you very much, Alli.
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A powerful poem with a chilling aftertaste!
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Thank you.
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I love how it ends.
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If we lose our ability to laugh at things, then there’s truly nothing left.
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I guess not.
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Couldn’t agree more about the value of a good laugh and I like how it crowns the absurdity in this poem.
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Thanks. It’s good to “see” you.
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It’s good to “see” you too. If you’d like, you may ask for access to my blog.
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I will, thank you. I was wondering what happened to your blog.
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I made it private to better control who reads. I just let you in.
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Cool, thank you!
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My pleasure!
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A signiture poem!
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Thank you.
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We can turn away from the honesty of mirror in revealing who we are, and we can fabricate lies to deceive the world. But that doesn’t change the reflection on the mirror.
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Absolutely. And often, in attempting to change, we inadvertently pluck out the wrong eye.
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Exactly.
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Fantastically creepy.
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Thanks, Chel.
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Ah but the mind sees more than the eye – pluck me out and I may bleed, but when the blood stops flowing the clarity of the madness remains.
Great poem.
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Thank you very much!
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“Twitching in the sink”–gave me chills!
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Thanks for reading, Suzanne.
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Just, WOW!
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Thank you for reading.
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Incredibly visual. Nice work!
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Thanks, Joseph.
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Nice Poem… ❤ ❤
Twitching in the sink
As the one that remains 🙂
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Thank you.
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Wicked and intriguing. 🙂
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Thank you for reading!
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There is a reason I don’t like mirrors… your poem describes it best…
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Seeing ourselves can be a tough thing. Thank you for reading!
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Love love love this.
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Thank you!
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Good one . . . now I’m afraid to pass by a mirror.
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Break them all.
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Splendid lines…✍
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Thank you.
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This is an exact representation of who we all truly are. Great insight into the human condition.
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Thanks again, Phyllis.
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Original and a little scary!
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Thank you, Sharon.
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Beautifully chilling, River. My goosebumps have got goosebumps!
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Thanks, Alli.
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