Scattering reflections

seal the feet in

concrete sands of time.

Stumbling forward

i collapse

into the puddle

of my crimson copper tears.

 Sliding with cloudy mists

stealing my fears

                                of years.

Supple is their grasp

pulling body in tow

to immortality

Crawling on

sediment thick,


emotions on hold

a split second

love cherished



into crevices

worth their weight in gold.

Never seen

they slither away,

coming back to haunt

another dark day. †††

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