Friday, April 8, 2011

Hour Glass Life

Over there, you see.
The reflection in the mirror.
Only glass, looking back.

What is on the other side,
Of the breath I hear you breathe.

When they shut the door, I broke.

When we drove away, paralyzed.

The scratched disk skips and plays on repeat.

Flash, spark, rewind.

The white sinks in the carpet now, no substance left.
Just dry.

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