Suspended
Crumpled papers
Crumpled tissues
Crumpled photos
Bury themselves
In a tin can
In a rubbish bin
In a refrigerator
Ants are out
Moths are out
Cockroaches are out
Crawling on faces
Smudging makeups
Wiping off expressions
A glass of wine collapsed
A box of candies spoiled
A house of cards burned
Wires twisted
Books ripped
Mirrors smashed
Red prints on each wall
Red margins on each tile
Red liquor on each glass
Consume the last oxygen
In the atmosphere
Gravity pulls them down
Leaving me afloat
On the ceiling
On the attic
On the rooftop
Strands of hair
Stood up
Quickly
Quietly
Too easily
For any to feel
For any to sense
For any to bring
Such a weightless figure
Down
Back
Under
Ground
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