A Midmorning Dream

Waking up to see yourself?

                                                                             A Midmorning Dream

 

A crude awakening,

the mirror greeted,

with sarcastic cheer.

 

Hair flipped

and scattered

ever gleefully.

 

Watching a body

and eyes.

Person, or individual?

 

Hand twitching,

reaching for an eye

to dig a nail

 

around the contour

of the lens

and slide it

 

out of its socket.

As it stares

into a soul,

 

unfolds recognition

of what's behind

the forlorn facade.

 

Aside from

a midmorning glow,

It's a dashing look.

 

And only I know.

The End

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