A shadow in the mirror

I think it’s me

I remember falling

Without a resting place

Clinging to the moment

How it felt to lay in ruins

I watch the clock

Tick to escape

Jasmine drifts

And the fire and I are dying

Each a slow death

©Ann Bagnall

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