Reflects
I see me
there
in you -
those brown-ink eyes …
I see you, too
(that’s our difference)
the abyss
that drowns me -
pretty poison
I breathe like salvation …
now I realize
you CAN’T see me
for I am phantom
and you
are the glittered girl …
I died for.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 23, 2023
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