Complete Collapse

 
a rebound from a rebound, was I
a play of words. a metaphor or a lie
like a cracked mirror, playacting as a spy
of discrete shadows and a half sunken moon’s sigh
 
O pride! please poke yourself and fry
off little pieces, shattering up, so I can pry
your (un)sizzling moves, up close and tight, so sly
you let out, a squeaky hysterical cry, a last try
 
it’s a shame! it’s a pity! farewell and goodbye