Reflection


Deafening silence tick-tocks.
A bough breaks when the cradle rocks.
Pain thrives on time as you get older.
There's no rewind button on the nightmare of life.
Cruise control propels us forward to present time;
I lose my mind as an hourglass shatters.
If only time stood still or I could hide inside
a snow globe; whole, pure and white.
"Don't cry, my sweet, he can't reach you now."
Until he removes it from the shelf
and shakes the pleats of a mini-skirt loose.
A mother's heart bleeds as hysterical tears
shower down, but mute eyes reveal secrets
and karma whispers among trees.
The culprit is buried on his bed of lies
and a little girl dances on his grave.

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