May 22, 2017

 

No Reflection

 
 
 



Instead,
I mirror myself
in the sucking
of the skin,
in shimmering
death-light
to the relentless
whip of a thirst,
in the whirling
blood-winds
in the caverns
of my jaw,
with the heart-sapping
bite of
ecstasy's despair.







Article © John Grey. All rights reserved.
Published on 2015-01-05
Image(s) are public domain.


1 Reader Comments

Lydia
01/09/2015
09:06:14 PM

Another nicely paced poem. Haunting in its images for me.

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