Snared Condor

Anyone who knows me probably knows what this is about. I was in a pretty dark place.

When I look into your eyes I see;

You look away.

Dammit. I’m lost. Where are you?
You’re saying something. I nod. Doesn’t matter.
You’re not looking, anyway.

This table. This chasm.
Who? What destroyed this bridge?
What bridge?
This table is brick.

You glance. You drug. More bricks.
Bricks don’t move.
And you sure as hell won’t climb over.

My fingers. Sweet condor.
Your face looks perfect.
These talons. Dig. Dig. Dig.
Your face still looks perfect. Dammit.

Why are you staring at me?

“I love you,” I respond.

“I love you, too.”

I hate myself.

When I look into your eyes I see;
Who am I kidding?

I can’t see a goddamn thing.

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