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Slow Smile for Memory
Tiled walls reflecting the silence contained within
(who knew it could be so loud?)
Amplifying reflections of loneliness and regret
imprinted on his soul.
Staring into the mirror,
everything is too bright, surreally clear
Sleep wiped from bloodshot gray eyes
(not that there was much to be had)
The echoes of last night still ringing in his head.
Flinging the hair out of his face,
he stares into the mirror once more,
demanding it's secrets in the fluorescent glare.
But it holds no secrets, only what is.
Dark circles under those bloodshot gray eyes,
Alcohol and drugs, false highs (the music...
faster than his beating heart)
That perfect bite mark on his neck,
the scores down his back.
Slow smile for memory.
Hands on the edge of the marbled counter,
leaning against a steady support
(first of the week)
Looking deeper, demanding the truth,
but there's only what is,
with the raw edges of new data.
Sharp. Clear. Infinite potential.
Infinite ways for it to go so wrong.
Has it gone wrong already?
That bright spot, in retrospect, rather dim.
She was his life, for a while
but betrayed him, subtly,
slowly...
With pills of forgetting,
needles for dream-sleep
powder to breathe...
Giving its poison with fangs attached.
So he'll turn away,
go find his own high again
(alcohol and barbiturates)
Dark power chords scattered across the floor.
But back to the mirror
it's stark reflection of physicality,
link to the real world.
She was just a proving ground
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