Such a reflection
I see in the sliver
Reflecting yellow light
Floating over my coffee skin
A golden mosaic
As diamonds fall from my left eye
I silently weep for my broken wings
Broken by my own thoughts
slowly falling onto my knees
It's painful, you see
Looking into my eyes
In that broken reflection
It's a cage inside my mind
Because it's a prison inside the mirror
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Poetryi fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
