i stand trembling,
as i hold a gun
to the forehead
of my fears
grasp unsteady-
breathing calm
waiting and waiting
each precious second
as it slips away
a mirror
appears
a cloak of safety, so clear
i am not human
my reflection
dares me to shoot
teases me with
its echoing laughter
its voice tantalizes
me
it knows i am weak
it chuckles because
it knows my
every move
forever
its servant of image
reputation and impurity
meek and humble
like a mouse
i cant do it
i let the gun slip
from my hands
my clumsy doing
i am the girl
who cried wolf
into the darkness
i was only screaming
about the wolf of my own thoughts.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
i stand trembling,
as i hold a gun
to the forehead
of my fears
grasp unsteady-
breathing calm
waiting and waiting
each precious second
as it slips away
a mirror
appears
a cloak of safety, so clear
i am not human
my reflection
dares me to shoot
teases me with
its echoing laughter
its voice tantalizes
me
it knows i am weak
it chuckles because
it knows my
every move
forever
its servant of image
reputation and impurity
meek and humble
like a mouse
i cant do it
i let the gun slip
from my hands
my clumsy doing
i am the girl
who cried wolf
into the darkness
i was only screaming
about the wolf of my own thoughts.
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