Pink chiffon
Cotton candy hair
Floral wallpaper
Ashtray filled
of virgina slims
Eyes so dark that her pupils get lost
She gets lost
Sometimes
Forgets to come out of the bathtub
Lost in the tiles
Imagining faces between the cracks
She looks out at the glow of the street lights
A single
Flickers
The dark carnival is coming
She looks down at her ashtray
Thinks about taking it out
The cigarettes turn to caterpillars
she turns to her bookshelf
Watches the books turn to dust
And she wonders what's for dinner
She sits on the davenport, still
The record player begins to play
She twitches
Gets up to look in the mirror
Her face
She notices the wrinkles forming
At the corners of her eyes
Around her lips
She touches them
Remembers the ad for a special lotion in the paper
She stands in the mirror & touches it
Her hand slips through the mirror
Grasps her reflection
Her face begins to fall further
Begins to melt off
She glances quickly at her reflection
Now she stand in a room full of mirrors
Mirrors of all kinds
Melting all around her
-The dark carnival is here
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
Pink chiffon
Cotton candy hair
Floral wallpaper
Ashtray filled
of virgina slims
Eyes so dark that her pupils get lost
She gets lost
Sometimes
Forgets to come out of the bathtub
Lost in the tiles
Imagining faces between the cracks
She looks out at the glow of the street lights
A single
Flickers
The dark carnival is coming
She looks down at her ashtray
Thinks about taking it out
The cigarettes turn to caterpillars
she turns to her bookshelf
Watches the books turn to dust
And she wonders what's for dinner
She sits on the davenport, still
The record player begins to play
She twitches
Gets up to look in the mirror
Her face
She notices the wrinkles forming
At the corners of her eyes
Around her lips
She touches them
Remembers the ad for a special lotion in the paper
She stands in the mirror & touches it
Her hand slips through the mirror
Grasps her reflection
Her face begins to fall further
Begins to melt off
She glances quickly at her reflection
Now she stand in a room full of mirrors
Mirrors of all kinds
Melting all around her
-The dark carnival is here
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