Edge

Aging tulips bow their

Crisp oxblood heads

Like dying embers

 

An elegant silver blade

Anxiously points toward

The obsidian window

 

Frail with disappointment

I stagnate by the sink

An inert phantom

 

Surrounded by walls.

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