Snapshots of Mirrored Pains

splayed on a lavender altar lilac scents the air crimson droplets gut the darkness with a surgeon’s flare dreadfully different seasons proceeded to pass perspectives appear as broken faces etched on fractured glass teardrops fall in amber pools churning foaming suds casualties of the fever that lost the drive to love in an empty room solitary I sat on a vacant chair precision snaps audible cracks affirmed moments to beware as the second-hand repeatedly swept the clock tallied the toll unrelentingly slow seconds echo a gunshot minutes target a soldier hours chisel tombstones in orchards of granite stone eyes close in silent demise