Saturday, March 9, 2013

Dark Matter

Between ashes and bloodstains,
you were a dead mirror
hanging from an old shoestring.
Lifelessly mimicking
the lies of the lives you crave.
You didn't know better
but better knew you
and better was never
anywhere but tethered
to you forever. Still you searched
and settled on silver and bronze
until your blush
was of shame and envy
and you tried
to bury yourself in me
but I am just
dark matter.

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