merge into days
three days
of silence
and secrets strewn across los angeles
like a string of white and shining pearls
drowning in a dirty pool
sinking to the bottom of the day
in a heavy grey weight
and there she is
pretending to be real
placating the sound of the morning
with a heavy dose of his blue eyes
a cat in a brown bag
waiting to drown
some need
to be tamed
envelope in the pale deceit
the truth
where is my face in the mirror?
why has it changed?
has it been cast into darkness
with the flip of the light switch?
i'm not writing very well
i'm not creating anything worth mentioning
you're not listening anyway.
no one here is alive.
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