my favourite poem
My mirror has gone mad
it throws weird images at me
in the past
it was sensible.
Once an angel
Once an witch
But always
One image at one time.
Now
There are silent screams
Thrown at my feet
Like empty oyster shells.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
Before it caught my eye.
Later 
There were faded violets.
Today I was shocked.
It  was an egg
Fidgeting in blood
Like a fish out of  water .
I swear,It contracted
Like a heart.
Gory,terrifying
It spit out a sperm
And died

An empty red plastic bag
Horror!
I tremble.......
Before I collapse
I throw my mad mirror
Out through the winndow
Down to the streets.
I killed it.
               -1993,by Nanditha