Starling

She loved to shine, but it was never golden.

Photo by Jan-Patrick Meyer on Unsplash

I’ve never been one to shy away from toys caked in glitter.
So easily blinded by their kaleidoscopic shimmer.
Sharpened edges give way to crimson hues.
Tripping into tumbles and falling into black and blues.
The metallic flicker leads me deeper into the pool.
Ink clouds the ledge advancing toward the fool.
You sound like the girls in my dreams,
The ideas I always thought I wanted to be.
Losing sight within your twisted trail,
Swearing the validation must be coming in the mail.
Bouncing all of your best plotlines off of me,
The shining star in your production of reality.
Staging perspectives at every angle.
Your form of morality has always felt circumstantial.
Cut the lights to reveal the game of mimicry.
To uncover the song of a starling.