Slivers of the moon
Cut through the skin.
Glass eyes frozen by time
Sting the soul.
The clock moves backward;
I take two steps forward.
Time skips a beat.
My heart wanders
To remote corridors
With blue musty curtains
Draping the windows.
Invisible rainbows
reflect gold coins in the twilight.
The taste of strawberry
Stains my taste buds
And I realize the words on my tongue
Have lost their flavor.

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