A small bundle of mess

Life in the outskirts; looking in through foggy windows.

Warmth and laughter seeping out.

Numb fingers, shallow breath.

Stiff body creating silent tears.

Playing a tune to quiet the mind.

Senseless feelings.


Emotional drain without conviction for her sins.

A ruckus of screaming laughter.

The mind takes over-

Total relapse of bodily functions.

Internally screaming,

dancing with the shadow

as a way of nurturing the ego.

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