GLASS BRIDE

[Halloween Poem]

My mirror hums a broken hymn,
its silver tongue untrue;
no tether binds the ghost within—
I’m what it dreamt, not who.

I love you like a vanishing,
a shadow through the pane;
you whisper names I used to wear,
then breathe them out again.

(Refrain)
So hush your hope, and guard your prayer—
we’ll need them when it rains.
Cast off your weight, the air is fair,
and ride these darkened veins.

(Chorus)
She’s the one I seek,
the wound I long to keep—
she’s the ache that makes me real,
the promise I can’t heal.

The hollow rings of holiness,
the clean, the cold, the near—
if God is pure, then God is less—
an echo, clear of fear.

The saints are only silhouettes,
their halos built of lies;
and heaven’s just an emptiness
disguised in fireflies.

(Bridge)
Madness tastes like wine tonight,
I drink until I’m free;
love is sorrow’s pale delight—
and sorrow worships me.

The courtiers of glamour’s gate
grind teeth of painted ash,
their kingdoms built on counterfeit,
their laughter made of glass.

(Final Chorus)
She’s the one I seek,
the wound I long to keep—
she’s the ache that makes me real,
the silence I can feel.

:: 10.30.2025 ::