Funhouse
i live in a funhouse mirror-
your reality i only see a
sliver of, cornered by a
lacking void. i ache &
break & fake my face to
smile, i want to wash
the body i dirtied. i see
you coming, too quick i
scurried past, drastic
attempt to make the
moment last- but my
vision is covered in smoke
a mired joke, tired &
tangled in time.
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