"Threads of Red: Distorted Reflections"

Threads of red, so intertwined,

like life's river, endless in time,

they sketch on skin the fleeting shapes,

of memories lost in the foggy mind.

They hold so softly, yet so tight,

binding chaos to the light,

whispering secrets in the still,

of what remains and what we will.

Distorted mirrors, fleeting sight,

lines that dance in shadows' light,

like fragile ties that guide our way,

through the tangled paths of every day.

Threads of red, so delicate,

pulsing life where silence waits,

through them, we glimpse the truth within,

a story woven beneath the skin.