It's all been sacred
on the other side
glass shatters
from a window
to a door
the ripples whisper to the winds
and they take their whiskey with them on their way through my hair and his face and the sky and all the fantastic comfortable furniture salesmen
I laugh
this is all a joke
a sad unspoken, screamed aloud comedy for
the picture of self
there is a hole in the atmosphere
filled with scum, humiliation and lust
When it rains we're fertilized with the father of our sins
and we grow with his stems inside our stems
Walk around like clowns
such fools
on a sad stage with guilty players
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Submission Name: Theatrics
