Lets cut your molten mirror eye
the pain of anguish and beauty.
Paper crux. Purgation and names
Chalice of age,
Eutrophication of breaths.
Missing smiles of Ganges.
A longitudinal filth.
Memories of a cactus walk.
You have the eye to smirk
bodies floating like ghosts
you splinter the seed of skins,
partitions of mind
like a river from Thar.
ravine crux of silhouettes.
Damn! You mirror of molten eye.
Loosely inspired by Sylvia Plath's - Mirror
©Image and words- MVS
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