Close your eyes
Don’t turn back
There is
Something to catch the heart
So
Pour and pour
Utterly, comfortably
Unaware
Days morph
To haze
Don’t stop pouring
Never,
Stop
An hour? Second?
No
Difference.
No.
He left
[Nothing behind but a mirror].
I see a
Shell of the past. A
Painted
Smile.
Weakness brings
Murder.
In my final seconds
The knife
Allowed
Me to see
A flash.
It was an attack.
Made from
Fear.
Escape from
Reflections holding you down
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