Cracked

I tangle with dark shadows,
Pulled from a lonely cabinet and
my past laid out like a file,
Signed, dated and stamped,

Black tales of the white
rattle through empty air,
Thoughts barbed like the
small pricks on my left arm,

Face drained of red life,
Painted by the agony in the
deep seas of another,
Bright mirrors held up to my face

that show me bare, exposed
like the addict I once was.

cracked

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