He was the man she used ….. to ground herself
but not the man she chose ….. to reflect upon
How fickle starlight is ….. at noon
disallowing all greyscaled shadows
cast upon spent scarlet roses
How truthful daylight is ….. at midnight
authorizing dark crimson runes
tattoos gracing perfectly weathered scrolls
How fearful she was of ….. her own reflection
outpacing light itself
scurrying midst contrived sepia heartbeats
Was she ever true ….. ever ?
“How fearful she was of ….. her own reflection outpacing light itself”…
Outstanding line and imagery!
Thank you! 🙂