I look at your distorting smiling face
In lights of passing trains and passing cars.
A glitchy fever dream in endless space
And I am on the way to burning Mars.
Unreal moving shadows on the wall
Keep leaving marks on my insipid skin.
Am I a broken crystalline doll
Who opens creaky doors and lets you in?
Please stab my heart embroidered with some pearls
And penetrate this damaged puzzled brain.
Please cut my lunar always lustrous curls
And end this navy-blue unceasing pain.
Flavescent pages greet sharp golden nibs.
My world is shattered like an ancient vase.
Its' tiny fragments rest between my ribs.
Unravel me. Unravel and embrace.
Your blurry figure drinks my scalding tears.
This bitter taste on chapped and crimson lips.
My real essence slowly disappears
In hands of the approaching eclipse.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Real me
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2022
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