Mimic Beneath the Tongue

Tattered shoes escape
pounding over superglue,
and with butterfly tape, I
--faint, with the need to pry, I
think.

because cute stories only feed envy.
like a silhouette ribbon--
I'm tied.
blinded by smooth flow; my loss is
(the beginning.)

be it
red strings: fragility.
these glasses: mere essence of my ability
and though lips run, words tongue
and my blood's
undone--

you are

the water I flattened,
sticking to the fingertips without denting.
stars can only burn, burn then
die.
and for that none settle

except I.

because losing face--
what face of mine?
when all behind is masked, the
only possibility is
caking on the make-up that makes me

(her.)

if only losing were the end:
she'd win; I'd win
...but only I'd know--
the breath of your heart breaths me
fed by the unknown internal bleeding

only
[i]
know
.

© 2009 04 14 Mindy Huang