Scrubbing her hands red raw,

Smeared with dark ambition

The lingering stain haunts forever

Guilt drips red in the porcelain

Behind the mirror, she’s not alone

Reflections of wounded humanity

Staring back,

Blinking … trying to reason

Behind the shimmer, she has friends

Sabre toothed tyrants prowling on the weak

Cowards!

Lusting for ascendency … returning from last night.

An endless file, snaking through the glass

She sees them all … Blind surrogates of power 

Like Houdini they contort,

Virtuosos of cunning plots

Gifted talkers with ability to sway

Yet in the dark they are restless and mute

In their minds,

Demons dance and fornicate

In their minds,

Emotions entangled

In their minds,

A conflicting swarm

Will they ever forgive?

The blood seeps through the porous stone

Will it ever wash?