It started with the writing desk,
my friends:
the Green Wolf
the White Tiger
and
the Black Horse.
I huddled in the claw tub;
thinking of familiar faces
within
the
f u r r o w;
how I adored them
smiling back at me.
I spoke to my father in the mirage;
my reflection stared back at me
his lips mirrored
my own
with
r i d d l e s.
I spoke to my mother in the mirage;
my reflection stared back at me
her lips mirrored
my own
with
a n s w e r s.
The water
r i s e s
from the spring;
b
u
r
n
i
n
g
the withering shadow
drowning
in the claw tub.
The water
d r a i n s
from the body
c
h
i
l
&n
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
It started with the writing desk,
my friends:
the Green Wolf
the White Tiger
and
the Black Horse.
I huddled in the claw tub;
thinking of familiar faces
within
the
f u r r o w;
how I adored them
smiling back at me.
I spoke to my father in the mirage;
my reflection stared back at me
his lips mirrored
my own
with
r i d d l e s.
I spoke to my mother in the mirage;
my reflection stared back at me
her lips mirrored
my own
with
a n s w e r s.
The water
r i s e s
from the spring;
b
u
r
n
i
n
g
the withering shadow
drowning
in the claw tub.
The water
d r a i n s
from the body
c
h
i
l
&n
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