There’s a strand of madness in the mirror –
the scissors make it shiver.
Hair grows to its execution –
the mirror watches murder.
Falling locks are its prison –
the razor silences a million shrieks.
Each hair, once threaded to life,
is ripped from its roots.
The floor is cleansed of its corpses,
the mirrors madness swept away.
- Note: This is my first post in this group, I hope I am okay to post this. Any comments are much appreciated :)
Congratulations @adamrobinson! You have completed the following achievement on the Hive blockchain And have been rewarded with New badge(s)
Your next target is to reach 50 upvotes.
You can view your badges on your board and compare yourself to others in the Ranking
If you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word
STOPCheck out our last posts: