Ghosts document my misery
as I stare, unblinking
into the next ring
fumbling for my ticket
I’m caught in ropes of smoke
trapped by the cyclops,
for the image of a thing is the thing
and the image of a soul,
well, you know…
Mirror, mirror on the wall
the next train to Hell
is now boarding
at gate seven.
Please watch your step.
I’m really rusty at this, but I loved the picture, so figured, meh – let’s give it a try. This is for The Sunday Muse , a weekly photo prompt site for writers, poets, and blogging enthusiasts. Follow the link and check it out.
