A Portrait of Everything

First published in the Warning Lines Magazine~

Your voice echoes, 

locked inside the mirror, 

and I stand there staring 

at the silver reflecting my body

reflecting the pain of your wounding words.

I leave the camera flash on, 

wait for the click 

and I exhale the breath 

trapped behind my gritted teeth.

Come tomorrow I will twirl a brush 

between my bitten-nail fingers 

and paint a portrait of everything I am 

and everything I am not.

You played me like a game of cards 

made only for your time-passing pleasure 

and I will remain the ace of hearts 

but I will not remain yours.

Published by Robin

Poetry author from Pennsylvania

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