Cutting Pain And Blood
Before you, standing there,
the mirrors longer than the though that brought
Never lines appear, top hat askew, lips crimson bright
and form the color that sits right
when running down, the razors edge.
Come, I'm watching all the time, your not.
When knowing misery, grief deceived each covered sheet.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2021
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