Mirror Gazing

Dead children, pressing tiny faces against window glass
One hundred little hearts pierced with tips of knitting-needles
Left deflated and leaking, beneath your clean white sheets
Winter arrived, catching her unawares while catching falling stars
You relished her radiance, drowned in her delightful spirit
Before extinguishing the flame which burned so bright, behind soft brown eyes

Bodies stack up like lost limbs of countless trees
Blood drained, and collected in empty jam jars
They line your study walls, labeled in flawless font
Each bearing only a first name:
Sophie, Susie, Stefanie, Sophia
Little lives left for Death to collect like cigarette cards

Sleep soundly, savor the breath left in your lungs
For I am coming for you, on silent wings of night.