lives, a shadow within the glass
her full reflection never a complete clarity
as her image remains half between the worlds
of neither here nor there but only stuck somewhere
in time like a ghost, or an old photography out of
focus and ever fading as she slips further into the
darkness; never fully living or completely dead she
slips from the failing flesh and bones that could never
truly hold her and she prays and dreams of wings
inside her sealed cocoon; unable to escape her own
shadow; trapped within the glass of some tortured yet
beautiful sleep

8/11/2015 ©Debbie Berk