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No Reflection

By John Grey

No Reflection

I mirror myself
in the sucking
of the skin,
in shimmering
death-light
to the relentless
whip of a thirst,
in the whirling
blood-winds
in the caverns
of my jaw,
with the heart-sapping
bite of
ecstasy's despair.







Article © John Grey. All rights reserved.
Published on 2015-01-05
Image(s) are public domain.
1 Reader Comments
Lydia
01/09/2015
09:06:14 PM
Another nicely paced poem. Haunting in its images for me.
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