Self Mutilations

3: Rituals of humiliation

 

Each day she asks

The mirror cackles

Fair fists on glass

The witch now shatters

Shards of apples

Peeled and scattered

Her image looms

Heart all splattered

In tiny pieces

It hardly matters

 

Copyright July 2014

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