I hallucinate the things you say
prancing demons, distorting my ageless glass.I cover my face with a silk veil
creating with tight-shut eyes
because it's better if you don't look back.
They are pouring molten-
They whisper things, sticky caramel
honey sick-sweet with lies
and refactionsand warping.
My little box was always solid, in the end...... Though, surprisingly brittle, don't you think?
1 comment:
You break my heart. You're so beautiful.
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