Frantically scrambling,
seeking a foothold
on your walls of polished glass.
Ebony reflections
of what I have become:
I fear my eyes betray my past.
My ravaged hands wide open,
I refuse to let you go.
Through jagged cracks in my defenses,
guilty indulgence faintly glows.
Within my frigid fortress burns
a fire unexplained--
rebel Flame rejecting reason,
elusive Emotion
bereft of name.
Hushed hands,
that loosed my shackles,
now hold me against my will.
Their grasp,
meek brush of monarch's wing,
hiding manacles of steel.
Cradling our ethereal flower,
my eyes grow soft
and mild.
Feverish fingers pluck and tear,
emotions run thick
and wild.
Last silken symbol
drifting serenely to the ground,
realization has its way.
My heart begins to pound.
Indentured slave to selfishness,
I clutch a cold and naked
stalk.
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