Mandy S...


Reflection

The wire hanger of life is twisted and turned
into an indefinite shape,
while the corset of my unusual thoughts
restrain my most desired wants.
Legs shackled to unwanted damaged ground,
in which they can not be removed.
Although, the flowers lay silently, why can't I?
Teargas and a wrecking-ball
could not disturb the elongated pulsing in my temples.

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