Windows As Mirrors

By Hannah Parker

The clink of the wine glasses

As the extravagant ball carries on

The women in their opulent dresses

Focused on the images the mirrors would don

The roaring cry of the strong winds

As the lively music never stops

The rustling chimes of the chandelier

Hovering over the people like large deathly props

The laughter of this garish party continues

As these cryptic signs remain unseen

But as the vigorous night carries on

The glass begins to crack at the seams

And like a woman's piercing shriek

The glass around this world shatters

Its women and men finally subject to the truth

The truth that their dresses are in fact tatters

The chandelier has come crashing down

Death and destruction surrounding this few

The glasses in their hands truly glass shards

As the partygoers realize the severity of their false truth

The party was never there

It was only a mirage

The mirrors were never mirrors

But windows to a camouflage

The champagne they were drinking

Was nothing but dust

Dust that they pretended

Could chime in plastic cups

So should we pretend as if windows are mirrors

Should we contain our gruesome truth

Or should we accept that the image we are seeing

Is an image we can never be, an image we can only view