Reflection creeps in empty darkness,
Hollow shell of plastic adheres own will.
It knows but will not tell,
A kill me pill.
When she comes--
Wings spread as thighs--
Could it be deeper
Well claimed vacant.
Perils to pearls reduced to Monday,
Cannot fight the strain
Yet you ask
Why are you stained?
Gift or curse?
Questions asked,
Searching for the bottle.
One more time we say again
The beginning has met its end.
