Reflection | Teen Ink


February 12, 2009
By Katya Kantar BRONZE, Westfield, Indiana
Katya Kantar BRONZE, Westfield, Indiana
4 articles 37 photos 14 comments

She stares into the silver mirror.
Her aquamarine eyes gaze back,
Imploring for an egress.
Her delicate ruby lips are fused,
Screaming mutely of her agony.
Rosy cheeks feel numb from the red wine air.
Her imperial nose inhales the intense scent,
Sparked with magenta freesia and routine limits.
Her gold hair escalades in tendrils.
Black pearls titivate her pale neck,
Asphyxiating her slowly.

She sprays her French pomegranate and rosewood perfume.
Rising from her antique chair,
She grasps her silver mirror,
Throws it.
It shatters.
Just like her soul already has.

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on Apr. 23 2009 at 12:02 am
Katya Kantar BRONZE, Westfield, Indiana
4 articles 37 photos 14 comments
i see what you mean.

myy goal was to show how glamor has a twisted side

Descant GOLD said...
on Apr. 22 2009 at 4:24 am
Descant GOLD, Huntington Beach, California
15 articles 40 photos 26 comments

Favorite Quote:
"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened" –Albert Camus

In poetry, the goal is for every word to be charged with meaning. A lot of the details here seem to convey no more than glamor, and it kind of distracts from the emotional center of the work.

You could use the glamor as an ironic contrast to raw agony, but things stand it seems like your subject is suffering fashionably instead of actually.