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A shattered crystalline carpet From my feet to yours. But that is not me Those are not mine. Those shards, Sharp and brittle Are too fragile, Mine lie beneath veins Crimson and blue. Dull yet slowly, Surely, Pricking their way through. They will bleed me dry, Drop by drop, Streaked across surfaces, In agonised glory, Like an artistic expression, A sublime thought, A foretold prophecy, An undeniable frisson, But never A sudden mess That shatters So openly across the floor. Unveiled and bare To be crunched Under feet Or mocked by scathing Unsympathetic eyes. That is not me Those are not mine.
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 2:03 AM UTC
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A shattered crystalline carpet From my feet to yours. But that is not me Those are not mine. Those shards, Sharp and brittle Are too fragile, Mine lie beneath veins Crimson and blue. Dull yet slowly, Surely, Pricking their way through. They will bleed me dry, Drop by drop, Streaked across surfaces, In agonised glory, Like an artistic expression, A sublime thought, A foretold prophecy, An undeniable frisson, But never A sudden mess That shatters So openly across the floor. Unveiled and bare To be crunched Under feet Or mocked by scathing Unsympathetic eyes. That is not me Those are not mine.
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