Sunday, April 19, 2015

Peroxide


She’s like a clean window,
so easy to see right through
Fragile as the glass that breaks,
the fragments draw the blood from you

The glass that shatters
so violently when provoked
by the pressure of an iron truth,
the damning of an unsettled doubt

You are naked by a window,
broken into pieces,
all that anyone can see
is the cut and bloodied skin

While they’re holding one another,
a sorrowed song is sung
that rings through the ears
of anyone who hears the screams

I’ve got a cold heart,
hardened as a stone,
because stone is the only thing
that can’t be torn away from me

I’ve got a blind line of sight,
because hindsight burns my eyes,
and I am seeking out
the comfort of a worn conclusion

MM 1994

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