Poetry

how much?

why, when you suffer, 
do you think you are alone? 
that we can not see that 
you are in agony? it’s the eyes 
that draw me in; misery stains 
your eyes black. your teeth 
are soft, your gums are 
runny and rotting red. 
you are decaying before 
me yet you spritz on 
perfume. the smell 
is foul. ashes and roses. 
you are blind to it,
sight inwards, while the 
outside fades…

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