Mother's mirror's missing

I punched the sky out of its purest colors

Only to find nothing underneath.

Wild breaths have often seen

Me gagging on history.

 

Turn closer, and closer I’ll have you out,

For there’s nothing I won’t give in to.

 

Many turned to rotten flesh,

Seen it vile, seen it pretty,

Had no care for what’s inside.

Everlasting’s ever changing,

So true that it needn’t hide.

 

Brush too hard, brush not at all,

Essence’s got no bait for you.

I sit ‘pretty’,

What you do:

Take a day to pierce a hole

Staring through another wall.

 

Dare I mock? How could I jest,

When I’m gifted sounds and sight,

Marvelous, cold and precise!

Failed to notice I was guest

To a spectacle.

 

Bullseye.