Distortion
By penneduppoet
I feel it throughthe facility of bodily perception,of gut sensation.I can sense it,this impending agony.With such capacity, that it isas if Nemesis herself,were sneering back at methrough the lurid fantastical radiancein the glasswork of my mirror.Time stands still, and once againI am victim to the manipulative distortion.I barely recognize this reflection,that I look upon.It seems to taunt me, to laugh at meI can almost hear it's perculiar chortle.Nancy A. Russell Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 06:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I feel it throughthe facility of bodily perception,of gut sensation.I can sense it,this impending agony.With such capacity, that it isas if Nemesis herself,were sneering back at methrough the lurid fantastical radiancein the glasswork of my mirror.Time stands still, and once againI am victim to the manipulative distortion.I barely recognize this reflection,that I look upon.It seems to taunt me, to laugh at meI can almost hear it's perculiar chortle.Nancy A. Russell..."