Now and then I think about them
the shadow people, those ones
I never really knew
I relive the love, hate, dramatic
fever bubbling just below
that surface we called reality.
The stuff of consumption
sucked stars right out
out of a velvet sky
blew them back out
into milky ways nowhere
close to what we knew before.
The madness of it all
the endless pits into which to fall
the devil with his cold hands
welcomed any quick descent
until something else
at the surface tugged
and I clung
eyes focused toward
stars distorted upside-down
in a sea of glass.
Debbie Calverley
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