A Broken Heart is A Broken Mirror

Lukisan Frida Kahlo - The Dream (The Bed)

remember the death still
before reaching the dream

1/
something whispers me
it’s closer than the air i breath
something scares me
it’ll cover myself
with tendril of darkness
and root of the fear

2/
the time tells me
the death will sneak with some bombs in its hand
that’ll break my heart
burns it at the very-bitter-summer

3/
the death says
i’m no one who need somewhere:
death hole in the mirror

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