Although I knew you lived in a glass box
I was unaware (until yesterday)
How fragile you are.
- They say there is a pitch
A tone beyond the human ear
That shatters brittle transparency
Yesterday
I came to you and turned the key
In your door
Discovered crystal splinters
In your bed
What shoud have been your head
Dripped across the floor
Liquid gleamings
- But I swear
I made no sound
I swear.
Anonymous - does anyone know the author of this?
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1 comment:
So these poems are not yours? Or are they? Are you creating mystery? Which I like!
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