Her Black Mirrors

She struggled to sit,
bones shivering,
staggered—

A feeble growl
a warning, stay back.
I held her eyes—
black as shungite,
two mirrors of agony,
pleading.

I’d pray against needles,
a quiet, natural end.
I couldn’t—

She battled upright,
for one last exchange.
Her blackest pools
reflected death itself,
hurling an awl into my heart.

I knew.
It was time—
her—to go,
mine—to let her go.

Now,
no barks for a mailman,
a leash chimes on a hanger,
a tennis ball cornered in silence.

And I—
I still see her pain,
engraved in my eyelids.
Two mirrors—
death staring, haunting—
burned into me
like black ice.

© 2025 WolverineLily 🌺

Author’s Note:
It’s been years; time has moved on, yet this has never left me.

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Author: Wolverine Lily

This blog is a reflection of my unpredictable journey through life, full of Dreams, Humor and Surprises! I write poems to heal, prose to consolidate my thoughts, and stories to entertain. I like to write about love because it’s a beautiful thing that everyone seeks. Whether you're looking for a comforting read or a burst of laughter, my blog offers a little bit of everything, as I navigate the wonderful chaos of life. I share insights on parenting, poetry, health, fitness, and more. Feel free to reach out!

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      2. Thanks for your reply–Opps. sorry, hit “send” when I wanted to hit “return.” I am all to happy to hear you are back writing again. I know you don’t do social media, but I wish I had some method of keeping up with you. But, that’s me. I tend to go overboard. Anyway, welcome back to your second home.

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