ghosts & mirrors

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i tried too hard
to catch a glimpse
of your soul
on your 
fragile
m i r r o r

the one 
I forgot to clean
when I got
home
really late at
n i g h t

falling asleep
while fighting 
ghosts I’d only
heard about, 
not even quite,
i m a g i ne d

for they
never
really existed,
all but a fake reflection
of your silent,
deadly,
maddened,
b i t e

a subtle blind

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dreams are 
dreams—
these
dreams of
m i g h t

as
night
becomes
a subtle
b l i n d 

for storming 
ears 
and
fears of
d e a t h

and silent 
smiles
and 
rightful 
s t a r e s

I sing
I sigh
I dream—
We
d r o w n

those dreams
red nights
a 
subtle
c r y

and dreams 
are dreams—
those 
dreams,
t o n i g h t

will end
the affair,
and 
cover,
m i g h t

You sing
You sigh
You dream—
We
d r o w n

these dreams,
such dreams,
this
s u b t l e
b   l    i    n    d 

killer stanza

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with his
singers 
and 
dancers 
she could
not
c o m p e t e

as she had only 
killer words
to offer—
to be 
licked and
s a v o u r e d

dark 
chocolate 
bites
for lyrically
sophisticated
t a s t e b u d s

he now wished
he’d gotten an earlier
taste—but was
already perishing
with languid 
b r e a t h

just as he’d 
swallowed
the very last
lyrical mouthful
of her poisoned
s t a n z a

for she only had 
killer words
to offer—
to be 
licked and
s a v o u r e d

dark chocolate
dessert for 
his sweet
and sultry
cabaret
s o i r é e