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i cant be there anymore

i cant live inside of her

my face has grown shadows

demons hide in the abandoned laugh lines,

in ancient tear trails

i can smell my breath,

like old rotting flesh, it

blows

bone dust from closeted skeletons,

to chap my liars lips

as i regurgitated tar into

the porcelain bowl

it overflowed

onto the floor

soaked into the floorboards

began to creep up the walls

saturated her being

i cannot be there anymore

the walls have become mirrors