Behind that milky white exterior,the empty jug
discarded
like an adolescent personality,
something lurks
and stares,
a mystery
so alluring,
so deadly;
so charged and dark,
its fierce edge of loathing
disguised as beauty...
or is that only my projection,
cutting the space between us
with the knife of likeness,
creating differences
where none exist?
Mesmerized
by the promise of secret possibilities,
I cannot turn away.
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