The night is heavy
with the scent of roses
in the mirror they rest
their sweetness
clinging to my skin
a gust of wind
a peal of thunder
the rain falls
and I am falling with it
outside of myself
into my own reflection
watching myself break apart
in ripples at my feet
© Ann Bagnall

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