Ruined
Permanently ruined.
With droplets of reality.
I notice those sprinkles.
As they connect with my skin.
A tremor from within.
Feels like an earthquake without.
Making up implications.
Unnatural voices.
That tell me I am ruined.
Together we are ruined.
And that is our secret.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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