Mirror--
boy to
everything
I am pawn with frightening scheme
An apple drops to carrion game
In ewers of vitreous humor
An audioasphyxiated aristrocrat diplomat
Who
choked on lies, whispered too close
Who
tickled his lips on tiny ear-hairs
Who
smelled his musky neck.
--shame, Strike
a torch
mirror-
Save
a queen.
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