A sorry face for an angel
smiles with its reflection
back when my eyes
lie; I pretend I’m somewhere
else. A place where my mistakes
won’t fight to have the upper hand.
I paced dark corridors,
bouncing walls to a room of white.
God, I’m on speakerphone,
chatting
it up with a guardian angel
who sees through my deepest fears.
I ditched my last red-eye;
no more twisting
myself into slipknots,
asking what went wrong.
I don’t want to drown
in the same mistake,
so minister to my heart with love,
not the idea of sleeping alone
with the one designed for me.
(© 2022 AC)
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