March is almost gone, so Vanessa Matic delights us with a new one. Read it after the break.

Reflection

People are so cruel even in love
They finish and diminish in lust
and leave dust of broken love

Like a skeleton on the killing floor

And then they marvel when you no
longer feel what is real

When I was much younger

I had a flame for desire
I was easily penetrated by
the destruction of love

Where now I no longer am moved
A thousand words in one picture
All I see is ugly freckles of your scared
scared soul

Reflecting an image of me in your
mind, where you’re a child and in my
arms you lay

I no longer ever desire you and you know

Pure in the moment of reflection

Where boundaries of love blur to reveal
Your sorrow is my tomorrow
To reveal my love is no longer the same
Before even the reflection, it is neutral and
I am the mother of the world and I am the mother
of you

I have given you freedom
As you have given me captivity
To grow in front of my eyes using
me as your guidance but it was your
quiet mind all along with the motion

Yet I am your religion you despise
I am the void you enter and you crumble
inside

As I try to guide you from your darkness
Your eyes in all these color the bags of purple
like tears in rainbow

Saint in the paint

– Vanessa Matic