real/

©2021 Michael Raven

shattered glass
in her head
the harlequin mask
the times she --
the times she --
the face in the mirror
the mouth in the door
gaping ceiling to floor
to swallow her whole
splintered needle shards
and howling at the moon
she wish she was
wish she was
real...

for just an hour
or three

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