Observe this, a tableau
unbalanced,
uncoveted, like a bruise.
A splendour, like obsession;
like colours
pressed into inheritance.
The black dog watches
as you redress; pain-spattered
grey and crimson
while the mirror waits, ungently
for you to recognize
your framed reflection.
DU LIEST GERADE
Bedtime Prophecies
PoesiePoetic perceptions from a dissociative identity poet. Clearing the wardrobe to find a missing ring; found you instead in my discard pile.