Heroine-
An image glimpsed in the
mirror just before it shattered
into a million pieces and
the fragments cut my hands
and arms,
caused blood to seep.
Heroine-
The dream chased beneath a
beaming sun with outstretched
arms and breath which blew
through the branches,
whilst the air itself pulsed
and smiled with promise.
Herione-
The taunt used to silence me
when the magic faded and the
music tripped and slowed its beat
till I could no longer tap my
feet or feel my heart beat.
Heroine-
The echo as years passed by
with little luck except a
clenched jaw
as I forced myself to hear
the word I could never
concede.
Heroine-
A memory as
lips brush mine and eyes
reassure that
everything I dared to believe
was real,
and that girl
was never really lost.
Heroine-
She screams
as age old glass shards
tear through my minds eye
and all the fragments of the past
rip out and I weep
for all the horror,
all the wars,
all the blood shed.
Heroine-
I settle down and sense the
air about me again-
don’t need to look for the mirror
or check my pulse.
Heroine-
I smile back at him and
steady my pounding heart and
churning mind,
so that everything beats and taps
and spirals to the
right time.
Heroine-
I summon my wits and glare
into the abyss,
stare to the screen and tap my
fingers like this.
Heroine.
Lovely. I like the way you ended this piece.
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