Staring endlessly into silver, the mercury smiles back.
I smile as it shatters, a waterfall of evisceration.
I hated the reflection anyway, it’s freeing.
I wear a new smile, in blind sanctity.
Now begin the day anew
Hallowed harrying to come.
Trodden stems struggle against the boot
Drearily reaching for their promise of change.
But alas, the mercury may flow away but the memory does not.