Stained Glass

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Stained Glass

VICTORIA GOSSUM

there is suffering sunken into each frail wall of his aching house

one carefully constructed by wooden boards, rottened and aged by streams of water emanating from the hearts of the broken. there is anguish weighing down on the tin roof warped and caving into itself, encasing its arms in welcome around him while pressing downwards with vengeance on the back of his neck until he no longer responds to affliction when he forgets who he is

he will rupture his soul and take pride in tearing each cell in his body apart to reach to touch his memories made soft pink and running scarlet down his back he makes them raw again he will crawl desperately to the mirror tracing his fingers along the broken glass of silver, finding beauty in each pattern he encounters finding beauty in each patch of discolored skin spread throughout his body he opens his arms to the world and smiles at the man in the mirror. he is his own creation