Spilled silver down the stairs again

You laughed like a lightbulb blinking out

There was a hallway with no doors,

but I still knocked—just to be polite

Your shadow floated past the window

Wearing my coat from last year

You mouthed something backwards

I forgot how to breathe in here

Mirrormilk, sweet and slow

Drip me down the vertigo

Let the ceiling fold like snow

I don’t ask, I just let go

The sun hung low like a mobile toy

Tied to threads that hummed in Morse

My hands weren’t mine, or maybe yours

I waved at a flicker and called it remorse

That forest behind your eyelids

Still burns when I close mine

You left a note in braille

Pressed into the back of time

Mirrormilk, sweet and slow

Drip me down the vertigo

Let the ceiling fold like snow

I don’t ask, I just let go

We danced like two wires sparking in syrup

You said “hold still,” but I was the blur

And the clock had teeth and a velvet tongue

Telling secrets I’d never heard

I’ll meet you where the mirrors melt

Where time forgets the way it felt

I’ll meet you where the mirrors melt

Where nothing’s real, but all is held