Which Way
the show lies behind
the curtain, in the
depths of eyes
uncertain of
which way to
look. i took the
key from me,
hid it where i
couldn't see, &
curled up against
the bars of night.
ghosts, shrouded
in sheets of light,
arrive in masses,
leaking right on
thru. despite their
hunger, there was
nothing they could
do- i was un
alive, i was able
to survive.
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