Relinquished Illusion of Us
written by: Christina Ciufo
@ChristinaCiufo
Each flicker by the candle’s flame against our faces,
we are ghastly phantoms of our relinquished coveting
for each other. Your chivalrous face and smile,
which once captivated and captured my heart in your iron cage
now becomes hollow and sinful. Your transparent, removed
eyes reflect nothing, but the candle’s glow on the candlestick.
As I look at you with wisdom and awareness in my eyes,
you still hold onto the relinquished illusion of us.
You have become a melancholy phantom of your past self who
yearns for us to rekindle. Your cracked heart, like shattered
glass vase pieces on the floor, becomes remnants of our memories,
adrenaline and blood intermingling. Your apathetic mouth, like
a rustic sprinkler spewing trickles of water onto the flowers, spews
your pleads, your disillusionment and your lies, hoping I would believe
every word. My head, like a stern mother, did not concede to your deception.
Each flicker by the candle’s flame against our faces, we are ghastly phantoms of our relinquished coveting for each other. We are, but specters who continue to haunt each other’s dreams in the dead of night.
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