Warped

An eyelash
or a comet,
silver
shining in the sheets
like a shark’s fin

hush;

I lurk
surreptitious
clasped wing
of metal and blood.

Red, so red
thick
clots of flesh
dripping on the floor.

Were you scared
to touch?
did it feel like skin,
my skin,
the warm and living
improbable mass of carbon
breathing
still breathing?

Mirrors bend
inward and weep.
Their daughter shirks them
and seeks
her face in the crimson water.

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