the hallway streams like a mirror's opposite
red velvet, hidden cockroaches
and a three-fifteen that won't unlock
nothing
but a bed, window unit
i unplug the television
the toilet bruises my knees
the shower hums
the graveyard smile should be watching cartoons
and wearing thick rimmed, thick-prescribed glasses
my music sounds thud hollow against the white wash
and the ceiling bores me
silence - long lost, friend.
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