LAST LAUGH

Love is blind, nonchalantly hanging from the ceiling.
Anxiety is panicking in the corner.
Sadness is slumped on the floor, gripping a shot glass in one hand.
Terror is whimpering, tears dripping onto the knife by her neck.

Lust is laughing manically, ignoring the wounds.
Anger is throwing glasses, shattering them on the kitchen floor.
Unloved is crying in the dark, shadows casting through the empty room.
Guilt is twitching, muttering to himself “Not my fault… no… no….”
Happiness is stuck in traffic, running late.

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