Kicked out from the coward’s escape,
pieces of wake collapse down the broken ruins
like a glass paper weight.
Personal answers roll in like a flash flood
leaving no boundaries unharmed.
Lead me to leave this sleaze that pounds me.
Sell me a river that runs through tangled mud,
so we can dive in for fresh air.
I have no idea how many fingers are being held;
but if I am sane, I am a rebel.
As content as an un-hatched bird on concrete,
I cover my ear in bandages
and sprinkle your thoughts with fairy dust.
You’re in an eggshell and I walk all over it.
Your pride is a portrait mask.
Your praise is a bell jar.
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