Closer than I wanted, chiseling porcelain doubt. What remains is clear and shiny, and broken like a day without words. Obsolete, your actions find no reward and it leaves you hollow, prone to the probing of those who misconstrue your failure for fault. Your cave is dim and the glorious sun only slivers your walls occasionally. I saw your eyes sliced by light, your pieces sewn back together like a reminder of the bombast. A bottle full of words for the smashing of heads. A floor peppered with shards, you've become the cautious walker. Flying fragile paper arms. The coward's cry becomes your mantra. Overcome by fright, by the fear of the light of the flight. Dismayed friends cloaked in shadow. Dismayed friends cloaked in shame. Oblivious to the torture and oblivious to the hate just outside the cave, they breathe it in like the neighbors. I've become a venom-less snake so sick of slithering. Oblivious to the torture and hate outside the cave, they breathe it in like the neighbors of industry. Tending to their disgusting gardens, they feast ignorant on polluted fruit. I cope, but my pills grow large all the while my throat constricts.


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