The mirror breaks

The rope slung over
many times i have
and under the fan
cried in pain, burning
finely knit cream white
seething, unforgiving pain
without blemish
first a gentle touch
will it hold as gravity
loving, caring, reassuring
pulls him to earth
white beard, beautiful words
refusing to let her son go
carrying the book, he promised
last time he tried
was my salvation
the rope snapped
another touch, different
guilt too heavy to bear
“our secret”, he said.
sorrow holding him down.
every day he touched
In his hand the book -
maggots filthy maggots
a verse to save him
devouring me from inside
find inner strength
demon claws on my back
to face the demon
my blood unclean
to vanquish sorrow -
my face I don’t see
he closed the book
as the mirror breaks
climbed the chair
in front of me
and closed his eyes