Hallucinations
Blood on her shirt.
She runs away
from herself.
A smashed mirror.
Amnesia.
And fate.
She ate away.
A decayed body.
Dangling on a fan.
Left there to be witnessed.
As she walked into her vision
of happiness,
she suddenly stops.
It was herself she was glaring at.
Her destiny she was perceiving.
She was being stabbed to death
by seven demons
while laying down on the floor
unclothed.
Copyright © Clara Alao | Year Posted 2020
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