Not that long ago
I surrounded myself in synthesized reality
Drowning in my own inability to feel
Disturbed by my compulsion to destroy
I held my head high as I stomped out the flame
Fancied myself an independent woman
Looking over my shoulder for none
I laid at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking everyone slips
Knowing I should have been more careful
I stared at the cobwebs in the corner
Clutching already blackened knees
Hearing the soft snap of glass breaking beneath my shoulder blade
Being alone takes new meaning
today
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