No Head

I made fun of the no-head

Looking at her through glass eyes

I elevated myself into the

Celestial air

Looked at her neck below

And predicted trouble for it

.

I didn’t notice my glass

Uncracked in the front head

Slipping

And sliding off my shoulder

.

I tried hard to hide

My lack of head

But it began to eat at me

Festering from the wound

Who am I?

What am I/Why did I play

With a chilled fire

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