I Rain

My image drips into a mirror’s pool,
It ripples supine outward to my eyes,
I deluge over my reflected cool
And drench the fool in his frozen disguise.

Droplets beat against my very visage.
I can see them hit the glass and splatter.
The assemblage of my appearances
Floods the fragile pane that I can’t flatter.

We start to puddle up around my feet
We gather: me, myself into my I
And like liquid clinging surface tension
We hold together and try not to dry.

We attempt to reconcile down there
Between leaky mirror and soggy chair.

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About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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