if words are life
then are all their
permutations
all 77
different words for fear
just shadows
smoke
of memories
which have crawled
out of me
and found a life in the mirror
with its gilded frame
tarnished
with the trail of destruction
bodies
piling up and up and up
towards the sky.
having these shadow creatures
living in the mirror
coming out to play
tic tac toe
eeny meeny miney mo
better let that razor go.
at least i’m never alone
smoke always caresses
my face when
i find myself
living in the mirror too.
a sweet touch
cool yet searing
calculated and wild
silk of broken mirrors.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
if words are life
then are all their
permutations
all 77
different words for fear
just shadows
smoke
of memories
which have crawled
out of me
and found a life in the mirror
with its gilded frame
tarnished
with the trail of destruction
bodies
piling up and up and up
towards the sky.
having these shadow creatures
living in the mirror
coming out to play
tic tac toe
eeny meeny miney mo
better let that razor go.
at least i’m never alone
smoke always caresses
my face when
i find myself
living in the mirror too.
a sweet touch
cool yet searing
calculated and wild
silk of broken mirrors.
i am everywhere
