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Written for Mayo's Poetry Contest |
METAMORPHOSIS I gazed at my reflection in the mirror; A touch of lipstick was applied, A tendril of brown hair evaded And hung loosely, alone, without pride. I felt a shiver through my body, Perhaps I had drank too much wine; The dress that I wore was red satin, I thought that I looked really fine. I grasped the cold steel of the pistol, The room was so silent, so still; I had seen my true love with another And he will pay, yes, he will! On the cobblestone street outside Thoughts in my head started to spin; A metamorphosis was happening, I was losing control once again. A wisp of smoke as the gun went off, I had realized that I would never win; To kill the man that I loved deeply Was a task that I couldn't begin. The sweet scent of iris around me, The evergreen trees far above, A lighthouse flashing its warning; And I wept for the loss of my love. Sirens wailed in the night without pity, As the blood stained the ground where I lay; Yet I stood and looked down at my body And then - I just turned away. Countrymom 10/18/03 |