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Volatile Melancholia

water runs past cracked glass,

with droplets splintering after each intrusion.


one by one.

i come undone.

face warped with each illusion.


a reflection stares back at me,

i breathe with an unsteady heartbeat.


each time i take a breath,

i kill myself with my own deceit.


i come undone.

one by one.


laying in the blood of my deceit,

dripping down my arm as i self-complete.


i don’t know what is real or illusive.


maybe i’ll stay another night in bed,

my thoughts intrusive.

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