Confined within these bleeding statues
That are grazed with oozing crimson,
Once a dull silver but made duller by growth
Darkness compresses all bones within to slavery
And they tighten, as do I;
Mirrors entwined within the life of their flesh
Their limestone veil birthed by each seeing breath,
All I see in these statues is myself,
For I am a statue and still,
I cannot see…or breath.
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