i.
the blinds are bars
and the window is a rotating theatre
of people, life, the grind.
ii.
i behind it;
a twisted damsel in distress,
hopscotching around the puddles of my tears.
iii.
disconnect in the age of connectivity.
a broken wire frazzled and burned.
my hair is not long enough to escape.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
i.
the blinds are bars
and the window is a rotating theatre
of people, life, the grind.
ii.
i behind it;
a twisted damsel in distress,
hopscotching around the puddles of my tears.
iii.
disconnect in the age of connectivity.
a broken wire frazzled and burned.
my hair is not long enough to escape.
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