I reach for another palmful of water
and dip my hands into the glittery lake
where the lying moon prefers to loiter
and the rippling stars are all fake.
My palms are empty but for a moment,
and for a second, I have grasped eternity.
I indulge in my endless torment,
the cyclical nature feeding my vanity.
But the first drop falls, and the rest follow
suit, back into the barrel, finger on the trigger
and all I am left with is a handful so hollow
and a reflection waiting to be disfigured
again.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
I reach for another palmful of water
and dip my hands into the glittery lake
where the lying moon prefers to loiter
and the rippling stars are all fake.
My palms are empty but for a moment,
and for a second, I have grasped eternity.
I indulge in my endless torment,
the cyclical nature feeding my vanity.
But the first drop falls, and the rest follow
suit, back into the barrel, finger on the trigger
and all I am left with is a handful so hollow
and a reflection waiting to be disfigured
again.