staring up at the perfect image
my face still in awe and in wonder.
wishing to touch the figure of perfection
to climb up through the glass I'm under.
standing still in complete amazement
melting on the window above me
the beautiful image smooth and white
running from inside blood i can see.
breaking above me, death dripping down
black, screaming silence, covering
laying down, now sleeping
no other life still near hovering.
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