Today I saw some light seep through the cracks
It blinded me
and I've since fallen back to black
Once someone gave me a quiet heart made of mache
and with cold and trembling hands
I ripped it apart and threw it all away
In the mercurial mirror I sucked in
and saw another rib! Finally, another canyon made of skin
I greeted it as a bulb; the first sign of Spring
Then I looked in the mirror and hated myself
and how my clothes did cling
Welcome to my ivory garden
Cold and brittle flowers made of bone
I would tend to it
But I'm still blind from where the light has shone.
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