The Room Of Mirrors

By Fee

her penance to wait in the room

with the mirror that stares

at the abused and the blind

evoking the salt of her tears

the cold drafts sneak in

then the winter winds point

to the trappings of his…

most irreversible sin

the frost paints his picture

in non-colors sublime

the clock keeps the record

of what was at one time

her heart stores a heartache

a dream now better forgot

red silk chemise rustles

as she calls out his name

then hangs down her head

in such bittersweet shame

ah but what’s that she hears

o’er the mirrors protesting moan

tomorrow walks through the door

as the mirror weeps all alone…