I convinced a mirror my brief life was infinite.
Yesterday.
I told a flock of migrating birds my mind was expansive.
Today.
I whispered to an empty spider web my heart was faultless.
Tomorrow.
I played a decorative chord on my rock-candy bones.
Xylophone.
I squeezed a drop of blood out of my sandstone eyes.
Juice.
I sucked a piece of bent copper out of my chocolate liver.
Money.
I spent every night at my knees praying against a stranger.
Pressure.
I bought a ticket wrapped in shiny foil for a bus straight to you.
Cycle.
I convinced a mirror my brief love was endless.
Yesterday.
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