Irreplaceable

Poetry by Crescent.

There is a Labyrinth; somewhere buried within the fruit of your catharsis.
Where the sky mirrors the ocean, where the stars sink in their miseries;

Where metal melts metal, and bone wields bone.
Soldering atoms of You, like filtering specks onto my ribs.

A nefarious cage to house a withering away canary;
A whisper of a breath, or a breath of a whisper?

The little girl fails to discern as darkness cradles her pupils to an opalescent night.

You hone my being to molten perfection; 
Irreplaceable... you call the marionette you’ve crafted.

I meet your gaze through the loupe, as you smoothen over the chips and cracks;
Darkness cradles your pupils too; I fail to discern like I always have.

Crimson thread, a fool’s needle armed by the delirium of your ashen fingers.
Concocted in a Labyrinth, buried somewhere beneath the mauve lips of hope.

Where the sky mirrors the ocean, where the stars sink in their miseries.