November 12, 2008
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penetrates the darkness.
The door, the door!
Close the door!
Foreign sun serenades
my fears.
But I will not release
my iron grip
on the balcony banister
and flailing,
fall into Romeo's arms.

With intruding illumination,
I can see myself.
My sunken sockets,
plagued with pensive eyes.
My crinkled casing,
used grocery bag skin.

He calls me,
and I slink secretively
into the darkest corner,
recoiling from
the putrid glow.
is forbidden
in my room of
mirrored walls.

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