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The Monster in the Mirror<\/strong><\/p>\n When I look at myself These hazel eyes But I have drunk the wine, If every mind event Sometimes I leap If I didn\u2019t know this <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sally Warrell<\/strong> has been writing since childhood. She has a BA in English and Philosophy from Aberystwyth. Her collection Cherry Pie and other poems<\/em> is available on Amazon<\/a>. She is a regular reader at https:\/\/poetryaloud.org.uk\/<\/a> Twitter handle @Sally_Warrell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Monster in the Mirror When I look at myself cold in the morning the monster\u2019s sister looks right back. These hazel eyes I got them from my father. I have been stitched together from the dead. But I have drunk the wine, drunk it down and put the stopper back in the bottle. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14825"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15192,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14825\/revisions\/15192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncold in the morning
\nthe monster\u2019s sister
\nlooks right back.<\/p>\n
\nI got them from my father.
\nI have been stitched
\ntogether from the dead.<\/p>\n
\ndrunk it down and put
\nthe stopper back in the bottle.
\nNone shall come after me
\nto see their make-up
\nin the mirror.
\nIt all ends here.<\/p>\n
\nis a brain event
\nthen I\u2019m here
\nbehind the eyes.<\/p>\n
\ninto the realisation
\nlike a big cat.<\/p>\n
\nI would think I lived
\nfurther down; somewhere
\nmore low-slung, the pelvis
\nperhaps, or behind the heart,
\nwhere it hurts.<\/p>\n