Monday, October 27

"7 Years of Bad Luck"

by: lise

turn the wet, streaming lights on
the stage, alive with scrawling scuffs
of shiny shoes, paint, shattered glass
tossing tears of light, spinning
through a looking glass
behind a rose petal curtain
I hold my breath and count to five
swan dive into applause, roaring
familiar voices crashing against
spotlights, speakers
my voice caught in my throat
I swallowed the key
the audience sneaks a peak
through my crystal skin
into the dark places my hands hate
my eyes spit
"I hate you"
I will break every one of me...
every one...

I will break.

Lise thinks really deep thoughts @ 9:16 PM

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