Candles dance in flickered flames,
burning aubergine,
reflection back painful illusions,
for everything is fake.
Cardboard cut out,
silhouette blackens a mood.
Emerald envy greed's the green,
eyes that shard,
splicing opened old wounds.
I need time,
space to call my own,
freedom from a closet,
that is always closing in.
















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