I wonder past its infectious glaring, its wanting
to have me linger within its tapestry. I'm diminished
within it presence, its vision attuned to my passing.
"What do you want, as its lips sink into mine, repetitive
***** But as I stand in medusas lingering eyes, I see
repercussions of an ill fated assumption that I safe.
She attains what was desired, I am absorbed in this
moment delirious of her actions. I watch as she grabs
the broken glass from my vanity mirror, she smiles.
My palm is a signature on the mirror of what has
blemished this moment, as finger touch's hers and
we die in reflection, my lips still, her smirk just lingers.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
I wonder past its infectious glaring, its wanting
to have me linger within its tapestry. I'm diminished
within it presence, its vision attuned to my passing.
"What do you want, as its lips sink into mine, repetitive
***** But as I stand in medusas lingering eyes, I see
repercussions of an ill fated assumption that I safe.
She attains what was desired, I am absorbed in this
moment delirious of her actions. I watch as she grabs
the broken glass from my vanity mirror, she smiles.
My palm is a signature on the mirror of what has
blemished this moment, as finger touch's hers and
we die in reflection, my lips still, her smirk just lingers.
