1.15.21
MIRROR
we’re tempting vice while flirting with contingent
today, three is company while four is a crowd
and she crowds my friends mind with fire and gasoline.
I watch her spit venom in the psyche, turning attributes into demons replaying the same song until the lyrics scar away the light in their eyes.
She wants you to be meat from the canyon. Please, don’t let her sear the purity from your air.