Mirage

Her soul is either as dark as the
pitch she uses to waterproof
the substrate containing her
charcoal heart, or she saw
me coming from more
than a mile off
with cheval
glass in
hand

© Christopher Rupley 2015

(This is a Nonet. The count is 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1).

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