She lives in a fairy tale.
Somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell
of the world that she’s left behind.
It’s all about the exposure, the lens
I told her.
The angles were all wrong
and now,
She’s ripping wings off butterflies.
She said she had seen life through a prism,
I made her a kaleidoscope.
now,
She’s watching the blood drip from hands,
the coloured glass has cut us both.
There are bits of wings in the crimson stream.
It’s a curious pool,
red, bits of colour and a broken camera.
We only wanted to be together
but the mirror still separates us.

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