Mira Fox
My Mind in a Man-Made Wormhole
My mind in a winding maze of mirrors
that don't have vigilant eyes but open ears;
No reflective glass, only ignoble cochleas
beckoning me to whisper hideous criticisms
with no bystanders nearby to listen.
My mind in an echoing wormhole
that enunciates my paining words of disapproval;
No other predators, my brain the only perpetrator
convincing me to eventually believe myself
with no one to revoke my disrelish.
My mind in a man-made phantom
that repeats aspersions as often as an anthem;
No angel present, my shoulders remain empty
painting me as pessimistic as an innocent inmate
with no plan for my righteous escape.
Bio
My name is Mira Fox, and I am a young woman who lives a normal, middle-class life in the quiet suburbs. Even so, I am both cursed and blessed with intuitive thinking skills that often create unanswerable and anxiously laced questions in my head, which I answer through poetry. I have a heavy hand in metaphors and an affection for alliteration, which makes my writing as much tongue-twisters as they are thought-provoking.