cyberbuff

As I waded on through the rain soaked street, My heart drenched — all alone, I stare at the reflection, It was laughin' Relentlessly. I ignored. I was home. I didn't stare at the mirror, But I could hear the scornful mockery. Soon, it is dark. I find myself standing before the mirror. Fearless.

Midnight fell like an old black bird; I meant to wait for you. There were tables rich with amethyst and pearls, and fragrance by the fistful, mint and petrichor. I meant to wait for you. You were gliding through the haze with your knotted bag half full- shadows flicked their tongues above your knees; you meant to look for me. Moments ran like mice; a silver pot, a cup of tea. She stank of vinegar and thyme- the hand was hers, the heart was mine. Her iron eyes reflected flame; she took my lungs, she took my name, though you had meant to look for me, and I had to meant to wait for you amid the black salt and the brew. Ash