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don.t .let go.what am i becoming
a shell of wants and fading screams?
i am lying here
staring holes into endless spirals
splitting tears into mist
eats away at my pulsing
drowning what strength there is
i am running
to the opposite
but the scenery
is all the same
I broke a mirrorI broke a mirror today.
What it showed me horrified me, so it didn't deserve to live.
The mirror's image was terrible,
it was an ugly mirror, it lied.
It deserved to die.
I crushed it into a million beautiful,sparkling shiny peices with my clunky bare hands.
They carved into my already torn skin, spillling lovely rivulets of red onto the floor.
The mirror was beautiful now that my reflection was gone from it.
Hold meHold me,
It's all that I ask…
Just hold me so I can tell you about the never ending stars
Just hold me and let me whisper
About our secret place
About the place where light sees darkness in the mirror,
Where cold, fear and love are molded in stillness
A fleeting moment is all that I ask…
For everything will be the same again
Me looking for you, you searching for me,
Empty yet full…
Fed up with myself, so hungry for you…
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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