Saturday 2 April 2011

The Reflection

I see my reflection,
she grasps my hands,
the water sucks deeper
drags me down.

The world is a

distorted
    chasm
     surrounded
 by shadows
         that
                 creep
        around
         every
         corner.

   roads
  slide
   into
   the
  night
  with
   no
  light.

Houses glazed
with nature.

Gardens decorated
with false, fiery
bulbs.

House curtains camouflage
the windows.

The chimneys light
up their
heavy loud
load.

Red handed:
they blow
out.

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