Winter night of stars and light. An empty glass stands as the past. I see myself in the reflection staring back. Sharded image colored like ice… it is me. Each image a perfect imagination and yet they have reality’s eyes. I slay them slowly to remember the pain. It is not a demon, it is me. And with that acceptance I look not to the sky. I look at myself.
Intense, to realise that there is no demon and yet not shy away. Potent.
I am glad you read it as such.
so much so that apparently I commented twice 🙂
🙂 No biggie. At least not to me lol.
Now I’ll reply to both comments to make it look like I either have multiple personalities or prove the point that OM doesn’t not edit comments 🙂
Most wouldn’t get this post… 🙂
I do. Fearless, well feel the fear and face it anyway?
And never look away. 🙂
what a great post!
Thanks, I am glad you liked it! 🙂