Everything is edged-
even reflections cut.
Glimmer is glitter in
such cruelty.
A black cat flashes
emerald eyes under
the traffic.
I, incredulous,
seethe through the
skeptical masses,
my identity protected
in a black mask.
So real the cars exist,
crushed in the rush
I sneer, one shadow
stalking night in the realm
of scrutiny.
By Jason Paul Fox
COMMENTS
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batvamp
23:23 Dec 21 2011
beautiful