Belly Of The Scorpion – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

broken in the mirror we stand,
shards missing that should not be,
time awaiting a delivery,
cancelled payment from the last,
a stench wicked in the demon’s grasp,
we yearn to turn,
a sleeveless display,
hardly sleeping,
a world in decay,
my sinister reflection,
the glass covered floor,
away with the devil’s child we are,
while the earth lies cold,
and not mine…

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