Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Glass

Time flows through the clefts of your form
A reflection black as anti-matter
Concealed by the elegant cracks of a mirror

Starved of endorphins
Its tortured visage carves my flesh
Into its willing sacrifice
With each embrace
Blood meets bliss

And the world
Is a little more than what it once was
Brighter in some spots
Darker in others
Til your jagged image hemorrhages out of every pore

Wrapped in gore-soaked rags and
Emboldened by devotion
I await your siren's song with each new day
In a casket bearing your mirage



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