the painting

The painting
by sofia goublias

when i met you
cold and empty
had a mask on the face
and a cigarette
was burning my pale lips
wild bird s claws
and tobacco scent hair

just another black swan
on a frozen lake,
fake eyes
fake smile
breathing false

trying to stay alive in a paper world
i was pouring my soul
leaving behind pitch trails
through my steps

you appeared :the forgotten ebony statue
in the apathy slide.

Now I see your image in a mirror
like a picture
shattered
by unknown hands
of gypsies and bad fate

i look away-though-
i m cutting my hands into
cold pieces of glass

but,you know
that only with blood
you can stick a man together again and i know
that this asks for sacrifices

how much you d give for a painting ?