It snows deep in this pit.
Cold and alone.
Trapped inside a snow globe of guilt.
A glass case of mirrors.
Glittered raindrops fell in our eyes
Spoiled our taste buds.
Nothing was ever good unless perfected.
Flawed to ourselves, blemished to each other.
Cut myself on the case of glass.
Sharpened, deadly.
I knew it was too much to look myself in the eye.
The eye of a liar. Liar.
Broken image lined with glitter. Glam. Raindrops.
And yet it snows.
Will you shake me when it stops?
I’d like to see the snow.
Rather than the rain.
Stapled the wounds of the rough edges.
Flawed but still working.
Down but still moving.
Glittered, spoiled, broken…
Still. We dance. We sing.
But yet. Yet.
We are [nothing] raindrops
Pitter patter in the snow.
Slush.
Mud.
A combination of sh*t.
Rested on the cement filled with cracks of bullshit.
Lies, hate, sorrow. Imperfections.
We dance no more. There is no song.
We sing no more. There is no beat.
Our errors blotted out.
Glitter soaked eyes.
Shake me when it stops.
Wake me from this flawed life.
No longer I want to be...
[Trapped] inside a snow globe of guilt.
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