i hang up the gauze
to fall
all around you,
shades of gray (at your fingertips),
spinning
under velvet curtains and
pink feathers,
which i cut into pieces.
i
cut them all into pieces,
cut
myself into pieces,
fall down
between the shards (and make believe)
i'm
better than i am. with
outstretched arms
i feel un-human and (special but
not in a good way), and i hum along
but
the real tune
of the bird song escapes me.
i
hang up the wall,
praying
no-body will notice...
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