Seven

I’ve been
Counting broken
Mirrors.
Its been seven and seven
Without taking
A breath.
Ladder rungs,
Rack strung,
Black cat anthems
and panic attacks.
Heart lined with
Omens and Curse,
Bleeding verse,
Yours for worse
And for worse.
All full of love
And of death.

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