Mirror of molten eye

Lets cut your molten mirror eye
 the pain of anguish and beauty.
 Paper crux. Purgation and names
 Chalice of age,

A timeline.
 A loophole.
 Eutrophication of breaths.
 Missing smiles of Ganges.
 A longitudinal filth.
 Memories of a cactus walk.
 A deluge.

You have the eye to smirk
 bodies floating like ghosts
 you splinter the seed of skins,
 partitions of mind
 like a river from Thar.
 Oculus occurring,
 ravine crux of silhouettes.
 Damn! You mirror of molten eye.

Loosely inspired by Sylvia Plath's - Mirror
©Image and words- MVS