For my response to Angel Still, I decided to try to write a poem in the style of the author, Michaela Armstrong.
Broken Mirror
Silver petals on the floor
given to reflection and
fated to show every detail
of eyes looking upon you
Harsh edges sharpened
glass pointing to rainbows
Fallen from grace fixture
torn apart from wholeness
Outside vibrant feelings
subdued tones within
Now seven orbits around
the giant yellow light
all cursed misfortune.