The Glass Delusion
Water runs through
her veins
A symptom of love
melancholy that
Flowers in the
tented sky
The horrid scented
funereal flowers
Instill Death’s presence
—the glass delusion
We do not know our
own souls and
Life in itself means nothing
Sophia Benito
Sophia Benito is a writer
from San Diego who writes creatively for online publications. She can found at
@Sophiaa_Benito on Twitter.
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Poetry