mirror
the man stands before the mirror
with blood in his hair
with blood on his hands
with blood streaking his light skin
the man picks up a cloth and starts to scrub
his fingers ache and his back hurts
he knows he must cleanse himself
no one else knows he bleeds
not even the ones he bleeds for
the blood is thick and he can smell it
each drop a memory
and he sees them all
the salty sweat and the blood stings his thick skin
it is his affection
he knows it does no good to wash
the blood comes back every day
symbiosis
the light is bright in the eyes of the youth
the glow of the loved ones eyes shine brightest
the scorned just slip their gaze away
a single path
a thousand paths
a million, billion paths
sometimes the light is forever,
most times it isn't
you cannot break the light
the light must break you first
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