Deeply Unhinged

The rain impales my window with fervor
Conditioned air streams my arms caressingly
Clavinova sits in tune, not played
Pale moonlight illuminates my eggshell surroundings
Two doors squat awkwardly in their frames
Pillows cushion my aching body
As my mind blankly controls my hand
Writing these empty words
With a dull Halloween pencil
Wondering, not for the first time
Why the world is unhappy





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