shiver quiet in the death of night
a silver sliver of shiny light
she calls out to the dark shadows
her voice echoes back
what then does that mean?
turned monster now then?
no turning back now then?
no starting over now then?
the black hills hide from the sun
long ago sunrise from a curtainless window
warmth from a familiar hand
never more.
again that plastic gaze, smile to melt the world
and fail at the one who matters most
fall at the grey ruins and plead your case
the wise tree cannot help you
i'm on my own
practised lines whispered in flight
feign a shudder of fear to fool
learn, learning, learnt
staying that way, happy?
i'm on my own
shudder a real fear
under covers away from the collectives
under covers away from eyes
i am on my own
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Marilyn
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