playroom stories
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Crucible
The glance in the review mirror
no longer blinds vision
those hindsight hills are no longer a nemesis
they fade, the dust settles
my stone heart breaks into fragments,
fragments turn to gold
in the failing light
the resurrection of starlight shines.
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