Mirror scattered on the floor.
Multiple reflections.
Multiple perspectives.
As she kneels, a stream of sweet remembrance escapes her eyes
And run down puffy pillows of irritancy.
Slowly she tries to put the mirror back together.
Pieces fall and break.
More reflections,
More perspectives.
Eyes. Eyes. Eyes.
Reflections of Eyes.
They stare.
Reflecting trauma, pain, and past hurt;
Now surrounding her.
Turn left, Eyes.
Turn right, Eyes.
Another attempt to put the puzzle together.
The pieces drop.
Drip.Drip. Drip.
Goes the blood
And the Eyes.
Red Eyes
Have less of a sting.
Warm red substance
Soothes the pain of the Eyes.
Too much red!
No reflections!
No perspectives!
Light-headed!
Loud ringing, the noise.
Shut off the noise!
It grows louder and louder
Traveling into the ear canal
Straight to the brain…
Eyes, she sees white.
What white?
White light!
What reflections?
What perspectives?
She’s blinded but the mirrors move around her
Soundless, effortlessly
Warm substance seeps all-the-while
And white fades to black.
Mirrored Eyes
