the days are so long.
the walls play tricks on me, pretending they are ogres, chock-full with security, stuffed with sunshine, accumulating keys. they hide their reality, but their mask I now see … a jail sentence of fatality, chaining me to a death, I never intended to be. I percolate with desire, while my feet stand still … I ruminate in circles, locked to my seat, waiting on godot to release my misfortune and give me a key.
photo: inthepinkboutique.com
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