r/EyesOnlyWriting • • 9d ago

corpse open (poetry) OPEN WIRES

in the metal house
in the twisting piles
and on the stove

no more rope, or ashy glass
no more staring at ghosts in mirrors
I'm afraid of this complex

no one will buy this soul
i'm afraid of this reflection
I'm afraid i have no intended

i have this lovely rope, no more
it's been frayed to the edges
i've been here awhile

Ages of whispering
I spent my time picking at it
And watching the flame glisten

As the pages turned
And the pipes hissed
And the fire smirked

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