I. I chase shadows by moonlight
sleeping with ghosts,that can no longer hold hands
because my past can’t bare to face me.
II.The shadows cling to tea stained walls
crawling beneath the skin that contains my soul.
Prickling pale winter flesh against my brittle bones.
The holy ghost is running through me.
III.Stars forged in spilled inkwell skies
tear stained cheeks, glimpse emerald eye’s
who shatter mirrors & reflections
pieces of life shattered among the dark.
IV.Each shard of glass
glimmers against the star filled night.
Wooden floors translucent,
as mirror fragments reflect me.
Almost beautiful, broke pieces
Every memory of me.
V.Barefoot shadows creep against the grain
The beauty outweighs the pain
of pierced soles collecting
shards of her life.
VI.Replacing each tear
with a drop of blood,
turning a translucent sea of me
into the crimson color of she.
Spilled across the wooden floor
a puzzle of mirrored images
of the girl she used to be~