your gloved hands tugged at my waistband while
the magic hat swept me forwards,
and with that your trick began.
you placed me in a handmade box
of splinters and jagged nails;
trapped me inside with the click of a thousand locks
and finally disappeared.
but you're a master of deception,
an illusionist with no faults,
because just behind that curtain
you watched.
my hands bled.
my words blurred into a scream.
the crowd cheered
as you emerged with another copy of me.
and at the end of your waistcoat,
perfectly pressed and clean,
dangled the keys meant to
free me.
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
