there are quite a number- <br />when I look at the mirror; <br />against my putrid mind-once again <br />I slide my eyes- <br />down to the tip of the iceberg; <br />Looking more like a snowball than a glacier <br />I look to see the men hiding <br />within those tiny, tiny holes; <br />with their heads peered atop <br />waiting for that two giant fingers <br />to squeeze them out to salvation.<br /><br />Selina Tan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackheads/
