stone, blood, glass (20160809)

i want to turn
my hands to stone

let them harden
the way my heart
slowly becomes
a smooth orb
of cold marble

there is a world of mirrors
that needs smashing
and my hands
won’t cease
won’t heal
won’t quit bleeding

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Poet Rummager August 10, 20169:56 pm

What is it with you and mirrors?
1. Crow August 10, 201610:01 pm
  
  Don’t forget all the blood.
  1. Poet Rummager August 10, 201610:03 pm
    
    I understand the blood since it’s a dark poem, but I was just wondering what do mirrors represent to you?
  2. Crow August 11, 20165:04 am
    
    Identity. The fragility of the ego. I mean, I guess. I don’t usually write in terms of symbols so much as try to match my words with a feeling. That’s when I’m consciously writing, anyway.
  3. Poet Rummager August 11, 201610:31 am
    
    Hmm. Interesting. You write about mirrors or breaking them on a few of your poems.I was just wondering. Thanks for responding!
  4. Crow August 11, 201610:43 am
    
    👍

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