Silent
Like you begged to be
Let alone
Back
To
Black
Tears shaping your every lacklustre way – a trembling existence regardless of these facts which lie right before us all
Pin-pricked and tracked to the high heavens
And hell
A ninety-degree head full of crazy hair turned away, make-up utterly unmade up – confused to say the least
Soon to become a living, almost breathing parody of yourself

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