Stutter in a mirrored house
Reflections rested restlessly against the shinned glass.
Rock in hand; heart barely beating.
This world on the outside;
those people walking slowly; slow motion catastrophe.
Smiles crooked as the brain's corrupt.
Death swimming with the sea of rotting corpses.
His hair caked with drying remains
of a fight almost worth living for.
Fate twisted and turned;
knotholes fed through knotholes;
hung from the kitchen fan.
Crimson footprints shown on the porcelain tiles.
Crevasses become escape roots for what hangs above.
Screams muffled to the outside world; soundproof.
She should have had the final word.
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