I Sized The See – Twisted Prose

pretend that were dead,

for the colour changes there,

mystical moments painted in red,

sequins glistening in the light,

a mirror image,

the witches delight,

misogynistic infidelity,

forward motion,

backwards steps,

a friction of insanity,

tidal waves,

moments upon moments,

free my seclusion,

as you make your way down to me…

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