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I stand cold and shallow under the smallest shine of light and so very often all I can do is look silently back at you. Perhaps I reflect you, the way, in any way, your eyes look into mine. Perhaps in some way, I can feel that cold burn of anger seep under my skin like third degree burns. Perhaps I always knew that needle of distrust lodged in the small of my back like a gentle touch of a lover's hand. And rarely, I feel a warmth break through the cool surface and into the realm that is me; whatever I am. And only then, I realize, I became. Like a breath of life, spring, and a new beginning; perhaps finally I feel the touch of sunlight and I bask in the warmth. Your eyes try to hide but I inadvertently see it all the hot and the cold, pins and knives and the lack of your shadow I wonder which one of us demands it all back? Beating against the surface to break it all free. But never to save me. To take it all back, and never to save me. And when a shadow casts over me, and you are no longer there, I struggle in the cold with memories of a warmth A dilemma, a constant battle, a madness and amidst it all, this mirror might shatter.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
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I stand cold and shallow under the smallest shine of light and so very often all I can do is look silently back at you. Perhaps I reflect you, the way, in any way, your eyes look into mine. Perhaps in some way, I can feel that cold burn of anger seep under my skin like third degree burns. Perhaps I always knew that needle of distrust lodged in the small of my back like a gentle touch of a lover's hand. And rarely, I feel a warmth break through the cool surface and into the realm that is me; whatever I am. And only then, I realize, I became. Like a breath of life, spring, and a new beginning; perhaps finally I feel the touch of sunlight and I bask in the warmth. Your eyes try to hide but I inadvertently see it all the hot and the cold, pins and knives and the lack of your shadow I wonder which one of us demands it all back? Beating against the surface to break it all free. But never to save me. To take it all back, and never to save me. And when a shadow casts over me, and you are no longer there, I struggle in the cold with memories of a warmth A dilemma, a constant battle, a madness and amidst it all, this mirror might shatter.
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Aoife
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
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