Magic

Just tinted muscle,
and empty space;
No magic to speak of;
Yet your eyes
command
me.

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Imaginary

Her world ran parallel to his.
He could never truly know her;
For they were never
truly
in the same place.
He explored her wide eyes;
moonlight reflected upon liquid pain;
Searching for her.
Trying to fathom;
In which dream did she reside today?

Trying to fathom;
Did he even exist,
Today?

Incarceration

Her scent polluted the air.
Her eyes seemed to surround him.
He covered the mirrors for when he saw himself,
he heard her laugh.
The afternoon beyond the sealed blinds knew not that he needed silence;
and the sun knew not that he needed rain.
He prayed wordlessly
for his release.