The Man In The Screen
Thousand yard stare.
A maniacal laugh.
White, a cold white, an empty white.
What are you doing here?
Deep cuts. Insanity. Rooted anger.
Thick, chunky blood pours into the boiling pot.
A crimson puddle with an inverse reflection.
Please set me free.
Eyes closed.
Screams of a lunatic.
A padded cell for mental decay.
Let me out
How lonely, how frightening.
I quiver with fear,
a glistening smile pierces the cold air.
I’m going to get out.
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