The Lie
I slept with your potential and found it a corpse my arms on awakening
Your ashen outline desinigrated within the linens
My eyes suddenly clear
I woke discovering your dream was a lie
Loyal only to your own demise
For promise and charm fell to its knees and choked
Gulping its own narcissistic spew
In reality your potential’s breathe
Was only thinly lined against silver
And glass
Mirrored too insincere to last
Too thoughtless to weather truth
Too empty a vessel to rely on
My thanks to Aliester Crowley for the inspiration
JMH
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