Each Line a Bated Breath
(What do you see in our reflection?)
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_it’s fine.
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_it’s okay.
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I’m not a liar. I’m lying
encased
within mirrors magnifying
my fractures.
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Even by reflection—a false skin grafts
steadfast flaring flesh, filling
the breadth betwixt
each
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labored__
breath___
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There is nothing more to me, save
a burning amid my mind—
jagged metal clamped inside
like each mirror clamps, melded
frames a reflection
of you—
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—a severed glaze
for me
to gaze through.
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I am not the same me resonating
back at you.
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You recognize, maybe, my eyes—
the metal—my teeth. Never
the lies
seeping through.
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_I am not a liar.
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I know
I lie, distorted, limbs
measured by each bated breath—
each exhale a cadence you hear
in pangs.
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A chorus. Both hostile,
docile,
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echoing each sigh. Like alarm bells
singing. Knees knelt
for every knell. Alarms ringing. Silver
reflecting red-
blue-red-blue-red-blue-red-
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_it’s fine.
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_it’s okay.
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You don’t know what you see—a liar
laying between
each layer, washed
hastily
with acid.
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You don’t see how I lurch like bags
begging body to rest
cold
against the metal
surface.
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The moment you disappear—lights
howl—
every door beyond the silver cradle—
shuts—
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_I stare into the void.
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alone.
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_it’s fine.
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_it’s okay.
About the Creator
Corvus
Corvus is a kaleidoscope of Gothic word-craft, stuck somewhere within the hurricanes of prose and poetry and wrung out on each page. Find more fragments of the love letter on their website, corvuslove.
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