At One - Undone
The mirror cannot differentiate myself from the crimson comforter i'm drenched in
Mom never let me eat in bed and now i sleep in crumbs.
The lucky spider lurking up the window sill will live on-
A messy tangle that lacks serotonin is its savior tonight
Scattered sacred sentiments screaming
“She was something else before all this happened!”
Copyright © Kelli Hall | Year Posted 2019
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