Quadrille Poem: The Monster

Written for Quadrille Monday.

The Monster

Beset with grime, the image glares from out

The mirror cracked;

Distorted human becomes monstrous

In the reflection,

Where spidered shards multiply the revealed

Deformity, and pierce

The soul interred behind eyes that behold

This shattered image;

And the monster sees his own despair.

 

~H

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