Moon Shadows

My shoes are made of china,

the white and blue decorating

my spectral feet

like moon shadows.

Everywhere I have ever walked

has been coated in bone or glass.

I avoid mirrors.

They show me all my thoroughfares,

and all but one are cruel.

The last is frightened.

Little by little,

my feet bleed.

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