Shattered Mirrors

Delusions smashed

strung out on broken strings 

Fractured 

cracking through blankets 

of what you thought love seamed 

Stitched together

my locket 

The time clock

 I pulled out of the holes 

of my pocket 

Weathered stones skip 

Like scattered tips 

Dripping down to reach the mud 

Shattered Mirrors

percolate the eyes 

Of a half made cry 

Softly spoken words 

go deaf amongst 

Wells with no water 

Revealing secrets

And wise eyes are tired 

from the willow trees

planted by the rivers 

that Drown beneath 

Breath of the mother’s heartbeat

Scared.

Windows look covered in red 

eyes of moth dust 

Stars once twinkling 

go fading into sadness

And bury my body 

skin and nails 

Again, whisps of wind

lift up my ails 

Pale faces and rugged places 

That no wise word wants to slip 

in next to the finger tips

As I speak beneath my sinking lips