Then and Now
Day one
Thin black mist
Floating like clouds
Quiet little thoughts
Singing sultry melodies
Malicious lying mirrors
Distorting initial images
Shiny silver razor
Tempting shaky fingers
Day sixty-five
Bottomless baleful hole
Swallowing every breath
Heavy vacant mind
Drowning in desolation
Evil broken mirrors
Overwhelming shattered hopes
Sharp scarlet blade
Chanting dismal victories
Day one hundred and fifteen
Bluish white sky
Appearing through obscurity
Light happy conscience
Draining apathetic oceans
Mended rueful mirrors
Correcting hazy portrayals
Wicked dirty knife
Disappearing among waste