Red Pens & Blood

Red Pens & Blood


I tend to keep my mirrors at bay- a shallow attempt at
starving my perceptions into deceptions, to my dismay
dismantling memories before they’re recalled,
for I’m a whore for instabilities while living in solitude,

we’re staring at each other’s photograph,
daring one another’s sanity to cave in,
maybe toss a rope through the glass-
give me a little sparkle of hope, or at least-
a ciggeratte cause I want to get lit up,
I want to glitter within

a little candy for the heart and mind, some toke,
this mirror reminds me of just broken I am beyond
that thin glassy film so I always find myself toking again
or popping a few zans to trash my mind,
there is so much and yet nothing bright enough to let in a little love