The candles touch.
Gentle burn.
The flames lucid
Reflection in the steaming bath.
Condensation creeping up the
Mirror hides the scars.
A ceiling guards the stars.
I am staring into you
Like a suicide barrel, or
A blade that would slide
So smoothly through
This water. Bleeding ink.
Smudges in stead of a smile.
Clean satisfied bodies, fresh
Linens, and sleep.
Shatter this if you wish,
Im already broken.
My hand reaches cross the water,
Startling this supine
Alcohol stunned skin, grasping open
Empty air. I sink
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