#325 (bleeding glass)

dark crimson

velvet drops seem

to bleed out of the

sleek surface.

cracking mirror showing

the impact your verse

made and the shards

build a circle of danger.

bare-footed your soles

pouring red into the

wet ground as your

cracked lips whisper

a forgotten spell

of composition

yet you missed

a word of protection.

when everything shattered

you remembered –

too late.

 

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