reflections are weeping on the mirrors
their tears pooling in the shadows which
overflow the banks of their confines,
their dark shores.
my veins are thronged with streams of blood
which stains my heart and as I cough
i feel it, push against their one-cell thick confines...
pus oozing out of my every pore.
sweat is gleaming in the meadow of
my forehead, water briny in its taste
and for moments, I am only fluid
Great clouds are all that it takes
to materialize a rain of torrential proportion,
for the veins to burst into a pools of
darkened shadows. For the shores to extend
and rise...
the waters to drown all there was and is.