I waste my time in buildings that once were packed but only hold ghosts & glass barricades, where people transform into mannequins & pillars. This world of brick closes in on me. I’m the only one here but I know I’m not alone. The shutters that keep out now imprison a world in caverns of cotton & gold.
Every letter screams my name severing my hold on indifference as someone plucked the rainbow from the sky, squished the colours to make this point unscary. But I know what it hides: bars, shackles & restraints.
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