Reflections in the Mirror
Poems

Alone

An All Too Well Known Pain

Anger

Bottled Up

Do Not Cry

Do You Know Me

Missing You

Retribution

Silence

Sweet Bird

The Mirror

Together

What Am I

Without You

YOU ARE

Forbidden Pleasures

Retribution

I wish it were that simple,
To rip your still beating heart
from your tender body,
But it is not.
I must have all of you,
Every inch of your
Precious being.
And I would gladly
Tear open the vile
Beast that caused you
such pain.
I would drag a dull knife
Over his chest, and across
His black arrogant heart.
Pausing long enough to
Watch his eyes fill the
Inevitable fear of death.
Then I would dig the knife
into his heart.
Laughing as the thick blood
Poured over his quivering body,
And as the tears of writhing pain
Stream down his pathetic face.
I would draw close to him,
So that he may see
The glimmering crystal eyes,
Of his murderer.
And just before the last drop
fell from his convulsing artery.
I would whisper ever so sweetly,
"This is what having your
heart broken feels like,
I hope you enjoy it
As much as you enjoyed hurting
My beloved goddess"