Like feathers on a glass
bristles on a wire
hold me close to your veneer
paved through
scratched, ***** cracks
and the spaces
between the lids of my edges.
No reason for separation
the ripples of hope smeared across
carelessly now
they fade.
what was once the channel,
a filter of silence only to be seen
like feathers passing by a breeze.
pacing little mirror
obscene like a withering fire.
stay by a little longer
too dry to reach again
the peeling ...
peels away