Play Nice
Sleep hits my eyes,
red bolts burned in
"Twice as Bright!"
They warned me.
My hand presses forward,
against the the glass.
I want to touch me
So Bad
and it is
So Close
The mirror splits,
runs, hairline little racer,
flees to the corner as
the blood from its bite
is swallowed in the ash
in my palm.
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