gasps,
murmurs,
silence.
over-flowing. hushed.
shouts,
chatter,
lull.
texture over texture.
fake-ness over love.
concealed over revealed.
even the mystic air isn't enough.
in a room full of mirrors, scatters were heard.
in the mind of the beholder secrecy was kept.
reality is dark, black, and feared.
gone,
disappeared,
alone.
fingers over the mirror, tracing every syllable.
eyes dull and soul numb.
the mirror seemed far away yet it still, screamed clear.
"who are you?"
.
.
.
.
Picture is not mine -tigers
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Nefelibata ✔ #Wattys2019
Poetry[COMPLETED] ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ⁻ʷᵒˡᶠⁱᵉᵍᵉʳˢ 🎐13'10'18 - started ⛼17'12'18 - 1k 🌃26'01'19 - 2k accomplishments: 🌹16'11'18 - 2 in po...
