The second I enter the room my skin
Excuses itself and slinks away.
I stand urging all my effort to find a way
For the wall and I to meld as one.
Bouquets of people, their laughter a cracking vase.
I the murky water, the single black thorn.
The cannibal crowd harbors teeth like knives.
These smiles that terrify.
Their eyes are spears and they will not unpin me.
These gazes that nauseate.
Fragile and frozen I float among them.
Fear is on my breath and sweat is in my step.
The pump in my bonecage becomes like wings in a birdcage,
Warning me of what I've already become.
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What thought lurks, surges behind those large dark eyes. No mystery, then, that they so rarely receive an unveiled gaze or see the outstretched hand. Wounded, they intstead repel the lonely glance, Watching warily as it clatters hopeless to the floor.
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