trying mirror
The window glass is a new look —
Curtains shy against the pane's ribs.
A reflection of me she took
By thermal eyes' surface wires shook
Where comeback fire, bottomless stood.
My face like the glass, Stygian
The window glass is a new look —
Curtains shy against the pane's ribs.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2025
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