The vale ossifies.
My voiceless eyes well with tears
sharp as pine needles.
A summit of pain
my heart shimmers, mirror-grey
and ineffable.
My bruised ego sinks
on reflection, wet-black boot
extended skyward.
I swing back and forth,
ropes tearing at my ankles,
an in-human scythe.
A walk across fields
of stars, a dream-given
change of perspective.
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This poem was influence by The Hanged Man image on tarot cards.
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