I look into the mirror and I see —
the warmth that kills
ashes upon ashes upon
and the rains that drown
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the dirt under my nails
I look into the window and I see
I see quicksand, and I drown in it
I let myself drink the ashes
and sink into those black waters
I look into the reflection in the wine and I see
welting burns, river smeared with ruin,
the crumbling pillars that
give in to the earth
the earth that gives, the wind that takes
I look into the pond and I see
I see the stars, cold and unforgiving, holes cut
through the black
Polaris, he does not look back
It can kill, you know,
This.
The waves never return the same
The ashes cannot form wood
The wind can only vaguely replace
That path forever shifted
I look into the mirror
and I see red.
I see you.
