Janine Alyssa Navarro
Undone At 2 - Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
Cold sweat trickles down this lonely sweater,
she uneasily walks the halls of this place,
aware of faces, ignorance to their names.
She spins with love from tangible harm,
she tells her story when attention goes deficient.
Happy thoughts are stolen, no resound of alarm,
tapping this dull sear with her blue nails
killing the ghost of pandemonium is her expertise.
Thundering hops of empty laughter,
her eyes shut, containing the upsurge of punch,
post-its of smiles hang loosely on her brain,
wandering aimlessly around the portal to nowhere.
Let this torture of a clock fast-forward,
take her to some place else, take her hand.
Itâ€™s one hot dying day butâ€¦
the biting shiver of someoneâ€™s smile is enough.
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