Fragile

she framed in a charcoal outline
the smoke and mirror eyes
that either drew people in
or shuttered them out

everything is so definite

she imagines herself as a bird,
perched and spinning,
observing,
perhaps something soulful like Keat’s nightingale,
or maybe something darker,
less likely to fade into the background,
like a scribbled crow from Van Gogh’s wheat field

everything is so definite

how much time had passed
standing in one place,
she wondered

I wish the wheel could spin backward –
I wish I deserved his forgiveness
I wish he could love me again

it became obvious –
the ones who were drawn in
were like moth to flame
and always perished in her fire

everything is so fragile

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11 thoughts on “Fragile

  1. She wishes he’d love her again, but he perished in her fire as the rest who were drawn in! Makes me think and think of all the whys and my imagination wants to desperately solve the mystery but it can’t.

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