Magic Mirror
Month of Poetry (Scry)
Unabashed, I stared the ancient mirror stared back my young reflection spent time and gazed transfixed upon familiar terrain I watched things I thought I knew and then…
Things in the mirror began to shift a different me looked back at first, she smiled inviting me to go inside to go to the deeper realm before I fully understood, she melted quick— lahar I watched in shock — her waxen face drip down from eyes to chin her hair, it entangled grooves and ruts replaced soft skin.
How is it possible scrying is real my logical brain cried out Here I am, sitting alone in the dark altered state, overtaken ah — catoptromancy.
Dear Reader —
I give you, my poem for Poe-tober 12th and the prompt SCRY. I hope you enjoy it.
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Hugs — AmyLee
