In the face of a distorted tear…
Smiling back are punctured wounds of neon.
A collection of stellar acne
On the skin of bubbling puddle… stained are…
Eccentric memories of light orgasms…
Bouncing off the eye are the replies of frozen explosions of white.
The paused yell of sky mines…are yawning forever.
Sea creatures view the lunar plops of moon drool drops…
Through wobbly sweat of glass…
Distorting… blinding contrast
The mirror returns an imprint of war freckles…
Like bullet wounds in heaven’s armor.
Tokyo in night’s worn quilt.
A reflection of the ultimate narcissist.
(jet painted in mirror buzzes byeeee)...outtie
~neptunejune~
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