THE DREAM VANISHED
Candice James
Copyright 2009
She sewed sequins onto the frame
Of the dream she planned to wear forever;
Sparkling, shimmering
Within their own illumination;
The way her body and spirit
Shone iridescently in the mirror.
She walked into the mirror
And exchanged places
With her antagonistic reflection.
This new privacy so coveted felt so good
Encased in one way glass, slightly rippling
At the inner reaches and the outer edges.
Smooth to the touch, abrasive to the soul.
She stepped out of the mirror, spun around
And peered into the changed reflectionless mirror
And it felt good. It was good. It was completion.
She had become what she wanted to be.
Nothing, least of all herself.
She sat down on the duvet and deftly
Began picking the sequins off the frame
Of the dream she’d planned to wear forever.
She put them away in her special drawer
Of useless and unrequired things,
She threw the frame
Into the flaming fireplace.
It flared brightly
And then,
The dream vanished.