~If My Mirror Had A Voice~

It would prefer
That you write
In blood
As ink is too reserved
For my taste.
Rather you spoke
Full of bass and sin
Than tremble with possibility
Question
Doubt
Or things pleasant.
Break my arm
Rejoice at splintered marrow-
Don’t hold my hand
And kiss me softly
If you require an honest answer.
Desire honest love.
Place my death gasp
Safe on your mantle
As proof I once inhabited your space
If you care to keep me.
Turn your gaze from the stars
Down to veracity
Lie if you must
And save nothing
Of that which will shatter
In your wake.
For, on the other side
I wait
In an impossible existence.