Whisper In My Ear The Secrets I Hate To Love

verisimilitude

she singles out the feeling that's been making her numb
pinpointing the way she feels nothing at the most abhorrent circumstances
a dazzling reflection of the sun emanating a radiant beauty
from which she glares at the cracked mirror suspended from the flaking wall
to realise she is being blinded
but she cannot avert her eyes. her own self becomes a red giant that is encompassing the star’s future
about to engulf the multitude of personalities that surround her
and if she were to finally look away for even just a brief second
she'd recognise verisimilitude.